Hail Inside the House
We were at Canandaigua Lake,
but the house was facing the other way
It was you, me, and my sisters
The house was bigger,
but unstable
You wouldn't listen to me
about the roof
When the sky was black,
I brought in beach chairs
and locked all the doors
We jumped under the covers
and tried to feel warm
Then we felt ice on our fingertips
We looked up
Hail was falling from Heaven
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