`
the cold wind is
damp on my face
i shiver but
delight in its touch
it blows the hair
off from my brow
dark'ning clouds
ramble on above
i cannot see
where i am going
i see only
the coming gall
the prickly rain
that pierced my skin
were cold-edged pins
puncturing my nerves
with a rude onslaught
that drove me home
`
Frederick Kesner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0-moment/
