Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
This guy's got three legal pads.
Raindrops sliding down an awning.
An elderly woman, cursing with some vehemence.
A barista takes out the trash, dawdles a few minutes, returns with a cigarette in her mouth, and then tucks the cigarette behind a pipe running down the building before she goes back inside.
A bird feeding another bird, who seems perfectly capable of feeding itself.
At the pharmacy, there are so many items marketed to such narrowly targeted needs on the shelf that the coupon dispenser hanging from it has been given a little red flashing light, so that customers will even see that it's there.