Hail Yes: Poem about Storms

Nature is quite something, isn’t it?

Hail? Yes.

On a sultry spring afternoon

flowers nod in the breeze until

a sudden wind rises

trees lash

the wind a scalpel that strips away leaves

and cuts branches to crash

to the ground

Up in the clouds, cold forges rain

in a cycle

circling

holding

until gravity forces the storm to relinquish hold

then dropping icy spheres with stunning

effect

breaking what it can

then melting away