Blowing Over, Missoula, Montana

“FAINT winds, and a song fading and leaves falling,

Faint winds, and far away a fading laughter...
And the rain and over the fields a voice calling...

One gray blown cloud scurries and lifts above,

Slides on the sun and flutters there to waft her

Sisters on. ...
And down the valley through the crying trees

The body of the darker storm flies; brings

With its new air the breath of sunken seas

And slender tenuous thunder...

But I wait . . .”

From A POEM AMORY SENT TO ELEANOR AND WHICH HE CALLED "SUMMER STORM" 
by: F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940)

Pour a cup of joe and sit a spell to enjoy the full text here.