as the clouds drop the rain
or the wind carries the cloud
something is here which I have
not got ever, yet I feel the weight
and have its shadow pouring down
like rain from the bursting cloud
and without wind it creates a storm
in absence it emits some sweet fragrance
though the trees are motionless and
obedient is the heaven yet I do not know
how to drop or how to carry the boisterous
presence coming from its semblance