Powerful positions are male-dominated, so it is unsurprising that everything else follows suit.
Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter. . . Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat. . . . Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile.