`
No one can tell (the difference is)
clear to querying mind(s) :
How is it I could not savour
the pungent heavy clouds
before the pulling of the breeze?
Further afar off, one imagines
future life daily waiting - awash
tranquil staccato whispers -
permeate my porous soul
after the pelting of the rain.
`
Frederick Kesner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brewding-storm/
