A moaning, hollow wail begins.
Maples bend, twist, turn
Following the wind.
Rain drips, drops slowly,
Quickly picking up speed
As it lashes everything in its path.
Click, clack, clatter begins the hail,
A giant is angry, very angry.
He hurls icy stones at our windows.
The clouds pass, the storm moves on.
Hailstones cover the ground like styrofoam packing balls.
Leaves litter EVERYTHING!
Another storm passed,
Clean-up begins . . . again.