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.
The building next door fell down last night.
The wall really.
Part of it; the bricks.
They had been bowed out for years. Now the space between the buildings is a pile of bricks.
It was the wind. A gust blew through my apartment so hard that I thought the boom was a window falling out.
There was nothing dynamic about the scene when I went to look. Seconds after the boom it was already just a pile of bricks.
Well, that's what that was, I thought. How about that.
Then I lost interest.