Snow falls to the ground.
It mesmerizes me.
Thousands all at once,
but making no sound.
As not to disturb
the sugar-plum dreams
of the children
on Christmas Eve.
That is quite polite,
if you think about it.
Whereas, hail just falls whenever
and wherever it pleases,
often disrupting
some dreams, and
more than that, I'm afraid.
This nuisance just
comes down right on
people's heads.
It grins as it falls with a thunt!
on the back of a cow.
It causes trouble everywhere.
It smothers the grass.
But its' fun slowly
disappears, as it does.
Slowly, slowly,
melting
away.
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