First a drip, then a drop.
Pitter-patter.
Stop.
Here a splat,
Large and fat.
It's raining now, and falling fast.
The fat drops thin and harden to hail,
any attempts to avoid it fail.
But give it just a minute more
and the sun shines just as it did before.
(Let us all pause a moment, and be impressed that this poem was written a full 5 days before the Sunday once-a-week due date.)
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