The hailing.

The hailing.

It was summer Strom
and was hailing heavily.
Each ice ball was very size of golf ball.
It was hailing crazily.

Sitting on a couch before a fire place,
i was observing through the window
and was shaking inside blanket
as the temperature was very low.

The green patch and the trees,
in the garden in front of my house,
were very rapidly painted white.
I heard pattering sounds of ice pellets.

The ice pellets were bouncing
as if they were all dancing.
They were shining like silvery coin.
I gaze and gaze the shower of never ending.