Once a cloud suffered from Flue
He puffed and coughed all day long
He was floating in blue with unease
It was utterly cold; sun was on a vacation.
Puff of cold breeze with a little whiff of dust
Passed by the cloud that he inhaled to appease
The whiff whizzed through his nostrils
And ruffled the dormant hailstones.
The panic made the Sneeze to wake up too
The Sneeze broke out loose inside the nose
and pushed out the hailstones with mighty force
Perplexed hailstones gushed out in abundance.
They all tossed up in air acrobatically
Their heads banged against each other; tin-tang
The rubbing of heads kindled the lighting
The thunder struck and they all tumbled down.
It was whimsical view through my patio door
The whole lawn was covered with white balls
I picked one up and brought indoors
Mum, mum, “look, what I’ve got in my palm.”
I opened the palm to reveal the secret
but the hailstone had been turned into water
I cupped the water and poured out into a bowl
Ever since, it lived in my fridge as an ice cube.
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loved this, it was a cute refreshing thing to read today, cant wait to read it to my daughter later today , I know she will love it too. thanks for sharing this
