as the cumulonimbi thrash & tear the
sky,
the quiet chill envelopes you & stops you in your tracks,
snapping your head quick like a bird in the
wild
(looking around for predators),
your eyes stare straight up & as a thousand little
white heads of needles
you first see the hailstones drop---
growing in size as they collect together in the sky
they quicken...
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