Beyond Explanation

I know it very well myself
There is nothing all of a sudden
Yet certain things here
Remain beyond explanation
So is the fury of nature
The wrath of weather
The rejection of and by people
The anger and hatred
The affection and love
And so are our
Liking's and fascination
These all have a sequence
A past and the interconnection
Yet the outbursts all of a sudden
Traceable for their roots; yet
Leaving no scope for explanation