Hailstone

Wondering at the evening sky,

Cold breeze blowing through miles,

With dark clouds approaching while,

Hailstone along with its ails.

As it falls on my roof,

My heart skipped a bit,

Hailstone sounding like a drum beat.

Suddenly a hail fall on my book,

Couldn't get from where it shook.

I wondered what if my roof got a hole ,

My book got wet through it all.

Again a cold breeze shivered me a little,

Carrying the dark clouds along,

Hailstone following it long.

Fading its drum beat song,

Lately remembering where I belong,

I was supposed to finish my lessons on.