`
The clouds part,
scattering in the wake
of a rushing mighty wind.
The heat rises,
surging upwards:
violating moist cocoons.
The hail darts,
streaks of bolts accompany
torrent and downpour.
The tempest moves,
swerving past looming
mountain ranges in a flash.
The chest heaves
apprehension abated-
turmoil dissipates.
`
Frederick Kesner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tempest-6/
