WEATHER

Hailstones tap on my roof, Like the door knocking of a stranger. It sounds like one hundred hoofs, Dancing all together It falls from the sky like little nails, Pouring from the clouds When it gets followed by the wind, It sounds like thrashing tails, Then when it leaves without a trace, Sometimes rain likes to take its place.
 * __Hailstones__ **



__Poetic device:__ Rhyme

__Definition of a Weather poem:__ A poem written about a form of weather