The Hail Storm
The Hail Storm
The dark forests of the hills change their crystal
I was still thirsty at the bottom of the urban summer
it was still a crescendo of a marvelous hail storm.
Don't know from where it rose at the foot of the hills
don't know whether it will help survive the ultimate wills,
after all it was still the crescendo of a hail storm.
My heart lurched at the fashioned explanations my father gave
my heart torn off when some roots of hopes were still not destructive to swear,
but after all, it was still the crescendo of a hail storm.
The dirty news vendor left their task and sat watching it's progress
the dirty milkmen gave away milking the dairy cows, they watch it's swegress,
after all it was still the crescendo of a hail storm.
It occured certain that it was increasing heavily at the hills
it was tarnishing the farmers, milkmen and rural wills
but after all, still it was only crescendo of a hail storm.
The stones shifted and murdered best of the friends
they only remained mirthless at the floors at the foot of the marvelous hills
but it was still a crescendo of a hail storm.
I certainly dare to ask my father it's actual progress
he said that it had changed it's face from calm to violent
but I still thought, after all it was only crescendo of a hail storm.
My father told that all cables are blasted off the world of hopes
my father said it totally disturbed the positions of the virtual scopes
but it was still a crescendo of a hail storm.
The days are certainly going to find a new world
my mother told about the wedding wet in it's actual indignation for the ruthless world
but I thought for a moment, let it be, it's still a crescendo of a hail storm,
She told how they all just survived with it's angry wits and winds
she told how the world will totally disrupt after it's actual stagnant disruption from the present world
but I still thought at least- it's still a crescendo of a hail storm.
I thought gone are the days when hills were so merciless to the people
they have still changed after such a large hotels, platforms and buildings
but after all, it was at least a crescendo of a hail storm,
I thought the hills have become much politer for the people who live at least there at present,
after all, these people have wished to effect their cultural marriages, cultural positions and merciless tendencies,
but it was still a crescendo of a vast merciless hail storm.
The tumbler of blessings is on the feet, as cultural marriages are taking place
the bride is pride and there is shine on the bridegroom's face
but after all, they are effective- it's a strong crescendo of a hail storm,
A silver light blew people's performances in the hill station
my mother informed that they all were effected during the weddin'gs ultimate procession
after all i thought again- it's only a crescendo of a hail storm;
The blazing anger is much more violent than a hail storm
I suddenly realized, my parents had subtle places in society, I made myself inform
but at last but not the least, it was stil the crescendo of a hail storm,
I was happy to hear that one of my great sister got married with her probable posession
the hills are very great, people are certainly setting out their position,
after all, it wish to burst out once more, it's still a hail storm.
My father wished to inform me it's ultimate progress once more
he had warned that it will take all jobs, once already before
but i still thought peacefully inside my mind- it's still a crescendo of a hail storm,
No worries could change my mind to think it's a crescendo
no world wish to attack, it's always feel to be defendo
but after all these all people will still call it a hail storm;
My father told how they are not able to ultimately bath, fresh and have guts
I certainly realized that advises don't work in practical lives, it's not for ifs and buts
at last but not the least, in it's ultimate face- it's a hail storm;
No matter how much it will effect, the lives will go on in the hills
no matters how vicious the circles, the hopes will still manage hope make tumbler fill with wills
but for me, it's still a crescendo of a hail storm.
I am still wearing an expression of hot sizzling surprise with blazing sun in an urban summer
I wish to get some hail stones, I will be ready with my glass tumbler
but for them at the hills, it's still a ultimate hail storm,
My mom told how the shops were closed and how they refuse to give proper vegetables
my mom told, how these ruthless bargainers would increase billings at their tables
but for me, it's still a crescendo of a hail storm;
I dined at the light-less place, wishing some change at the food dishes
my mom would be cooking the best I could have in my wishes
but the enmity of homesickness is much larger than an actual hail storm,
My father would be giving his best of advises, whether I would improve at the height of it
my father would be showing how to stand at proper functions and how to actualy sit
but having distance out at a far place with homesickness is an ultimate hail storm.
My father told me that there is a ultimate cry of earthquake in the hills
my heart gave another lurch, what will happen to the best of the wills
but I thought that it has to do nothing with crescendo of the hail storm
It happens actually in the hills often
the person who never did wrong deeds, he has to be punish at the best
but after all, it's still a crescendo of an ultimate hail storm;
The madness of the hill's drunken faces is much more devastating than any disaster
the hopelessness of unshaven faces is much more distructive than the ultimate foster
that's why it's still an ultimate hope in the face of a small hail storm,
The dry hopes searched their platforms when it lifted all the mass mellow
the dry palm leaves were taken aback, whatever even the wind and the sun could bellow
but I will still say, it was only a crescendo of an ultimate hail storm,
The wet forests search their platforms at the unknown height of the mountains,
the grey wells and open hinges and caves are stunned, what ever they can produce even in the name of a fountain,
but it was still a crescendo, I am damn sure it was not a hail storm;
There is no need to explain how nature comes in existence
it can produce the best and can finish in second at the height of the worst
but our lives have made ourselves producing the ultimate fate of the hail storm;
There is no need to explain how much nature can gift and how much it can destroy
we always think of having good days, but we can't make them more well-being construct
that's why it's still a hope in the face of crescendo of a hail storm.