a hail storm is like snow but not, its like chunky fat snow that ate too much of the clouds, and it falls on you and hurts. when i was in edmonton we would get extra chunky hailstorms. and my parents would get so mad if we went outside. cux we would get hit with the little balls and be stupid and throw them at each other
The roads certainly couldn’t be getting better, she thought peering through the glint of the fireplace on the window-pane. But they must be close, they’re certainly close.
The rain poured down through the needles and boughs of the pine trees heavier and heavier, blocking out the moon. As the rain intensified, it brought along with it darkness.
Suddenly, from the wood of the deck, she heard it start. Tinc-tinc at first, lifting to a thud-thud, and a crescendo of booming power on the roof, the walls, the windows. The darkness outside was overwhelming, and the window of the living room only reflected back the light of the fire.
On the surface of the road, balls of ice exploded in shards and dust.
Well, I’m sure that I already wrote for this word in the last twenty-four hours, she thought to herself when she opened the webpage. But it’s a holiday, so the site runners might be a bit lazy today. So she glanced out the window, gathering her thoughts. It was a hailstorm coming towards her. Not outside, not literally, but figuratively.
There was a hailstorm. There hadn’t been one in years. It was horrible. The hail hit my delicate skin that was the color of ivory. I was actually getting small red spots.
heil, whoever
this world is shit
pontificating authoritarianism
hailstorm abomination
echoes from the past in the moment
time is an abstraction it repeats again
angst of a forgotten time
is a quiet whisper
hagiography graffiti
spitting on our graves
don’t you want this to happen now?
staring at the dream of the consequent
laughing at the reality
as we defend the mediocrity
why we take our time
when there’s only the moments in between
those breaths we pretend to take
the hailstorm of drudgery is so pithy
the yawning of the maw is so gaping
while i’m never here although my body is
i can’t remember why
the sighs are so clean
and explain more than
i want them to
Big balls of ice pelted down on my head. Cracking my skull. Making me bleed. But was it just another hallucination from this bad booze and rotten ham. Nothing could be trusted these days. After all, just last week I imagined that large caterpillars had replaced my eyebrows and were doing laps around my face
Looking out into the kitchen window. The lights on the apartment buildings lighting up the scenery. A flurry of snow and little rocks of ice. Tinkering on the top of the roof, the window pane and on cars.
the hail fell hard around my feet but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I looked at my lifted arms amazed at what i could do. But why hadn’t i been able to do it when i needed to. Desperately, i closed my fists and the hail stopped, water drops formed on my knuckles
well, damn. It was supposed to be a simple launch with this rocket. The danger was supposed to be 10 miles up. But no. My ship is going to be destroyed by this insane hailstorm and sunk in the ocean minutes off the ground. Why did I become an astro…
oh prem do you remember
those summer days
the memory fades
i was playing basketball
your lip was bleeding
an ice pack pink stained
and a hailstorm of lemonade
the green eyed girl
i had never seen before
etched into my mind’s eye
calling to me in my deep sighs
there’s never been anything like this
nothing quite like my mind’s eye
nothing quite like your eye
nothing quite like you and i
goodbye
It is sunny, you feel good you can listen to the bird from your widow, woow what great flowers’ smell… you start dancing with your own; … you are optimist, motivated and every thing is good in this moment you believe that it’s the best because it’s all what you want!!
After that you see a new flowers so you want to try it to your garden, you start your planning after that you see that the trees want also change its tree leaves because they are yellow… so you start your work to get something new suddenly you see the cloud in the sky there is no sun you feel cold, you continue your working hard to finish but this time you receive the wind from every side however you get your strength and you keep on because you really want it, after that it’s thunder and it start snowing, but you trust in yourself because you want to get what you want and you believe that you have to fight and be strong to pass all obstacles that you find in your dreams’ way as the ground do it resist hailstorm to get her beautiful dress after in the spring to enjoy with what it wants
hailstorm puppy chow footprints in the muddy snowdrift, beams of headlight wobbling over the crystals, twinkling snow angles flutter and dance, the snow prints are hollow tubes of smoky cool.
It was raining. Well, it was supposed to be raining. That’s what the weather report had said anyway. But that wasn’t what they got. What they got was ice. Large, hard, rock-solid balls of ice that shattered as they fell and made horrifying tapping noises on the windows. Ellen shivered listening to it.
Hailstorm: little white stones that fall from sky and hit caveman on head. Hurt caveman when fall and hit on head. not know why fall from sky and hit caveman on head. caveman will make hailstone stop fall from sky!
Progress report: caveman make hailstones stop falling from sky. also, caveman see pigs fly.
I can sit around all day long and expect things to go smoothly, but ultimately – if a hailstorm comes, you can’t stop it. All you can do is sit and wait. take cover and wait. If you tried to stop what was inevitable, you only end up hurt. You have to accept what is coming, and take shelter when it is wise.
the streaming of our collective consciousness
interrupted by the static of confusion
last lost of living in these progressively stranger days
the hailstorm maelstrom of information
no wonder we can’t procreate
we don’t touch fingers abated
The mountain tops rumbled as the first flutters of snow cascaded down. No one expected the temperature to drop. The group’s throat heaved in chilled air awaiting the golf ball sized hail.
It felt like I hailstorm but the brightly colored pellets hitting the ground and my face were definitely not hail. As I continued to be assaulted by the sky’s diarrhea, I knelt and picked one up. Licked it.
There was a hailstorm developing in the north, showers were passing through this afternoon, however tonight will be a torrential downpour that could bring hail the size of golf balls.
it’s a cold day in hell if i won’t think about these days
in a future where my past is a frozen contemplate
is there a better moment gone as i ruminate the change
the weary hailstorm is the warmest all the same
I don’t believe in God(s).
I don’t believe in ghosts.
I don’t believe in Bigfoot.
I don’t believe in crystals.
I don’t believe in Witchcraft.
I don’t believe in a flat Earth.
I don’t believe conspiracy theories.
I don’t believe in demon possession.
Or Astrology…unleash the hailstorm.
hailstorm drumming my haircut plastered flat to my scalp, coiled heavy locks and dripping hairpins splashing my shoes, they are ruined and they’re so new, the sky is deep and gray.
Luckily, as we were driving up the mountain, none of the hell stories told about the weather came into fruition. There was no heavy rain. There was no hailstorm. There was no blizzard or flurry or even one speck of snow. Sure, it was cold, but I enjoyed that. I enjoyed seeing my breath float in front of me like a new, ghostly friend. I enjoyed the look of the cabin we stayed at – like something out of a fairy tale, or a picture book from the 1800s.
One night i was walking down an alley, suddenly it started to rain, i didnt quite mind it, but it started to get worse, i was already on my way so i had to keep going, but it got worse as time went by.
another hailstorm but we just missed it, we keep missing them but one day you just know we’re gonna be out and get caught in it and the umbrella will be useless and we’ll get wet but why doeas it matter so much that we miss the hailstorm, why does it matter if we get soaked. Maybe if we do, we’ll feel more alive.
.
a hail storm is like snow but not, its like chunky fat snow that ate too much of the clouds, and it falls on you and hurts. when i was in edmonton we would get extra chunky hailstorms. and my parents would get so mad if we went outside. cux we would get hit with the little balls and be stupid and throw them at each other
The roads certainly couldn’t be getting better, she thought peering through the glint of the fireplace on the window-pane. But they must be close, they’re certainly close.
The rain poured down through the needles and boughs of the pine trees heavier and heavier, blocking out the moon. As the rain intensified, it brought along with it darkness.
Suddenly, from the wood of the deck, she heard it start. Tinc-tinc at first, lifting to a thud-thud, and a crescendo of booming power on the roof, the walls, the windows. The darkness outside was overwhelming, and the window of the living room only reflected back the light of the fire.
On the surface of the road, balls of ice exploded in shards and dust.
Well, I’m sure that I already wrote for this word in the last twenty-four hours, she thought to herself when she opened the webpage. But it’s a holiday, so the site runners might be a bit lazy today. So she glanced out the window, gathering her thoughts. It was a hailstorm coming towards her. Not outside, not literally, but figuratively.
There was a hailstorm. There hadn’t been one in years. It was horrible. The hail hit my delicate skin that was the color of ivory. I was actually getting small red spots.
“Another hailstorm struck this Summer, I guess I should be use to it by now. But I still find something about them eerie.”
boy boy
it is a storm of heavy hail. it is also composed of ice that are heavily hitting the ground and is transparent in color and very small
hailstorm is a storm of heavy hail. it is composed of small ice that are heavily hitting the ground.it is transparent in color and very small
heil, whoever
this world is shit
pontificating authoritarianism
hailstorm abomination
echoes from the past in the moment
time is an abstraction it repeats again
angst of a forgotten time
is a quiet whisper
hagiography graffiti
spitting on our graves
don’t you want this to happen now?
staring at the dream of the consequent
laughing at the reality
as we defend the mediocrity
why we take our time
when there’s only the moments in between
those breaths we pretend to take
the hailstorm of drudgery is so pithy
the yawning of the maw is so gaping
while i’m never here although my body is
i can’t remember why
the sighs are so clean
and explain more than
i want them to
there is neither poem nor prayer in this cold.
Big balls of ice pelted down on my head. Cracking my skull. Making me bleed. But was it just another hallucination from this bad booze and rotten ham. Nothing could be trusted these days. After all, just last week I imagined that large caterpillars had replaced my eyebrows and were doing laps around my face
Looking out into the kitchen window. The lights on the apartment buildings lighting up the scenery. A flurry of snow and little rocks of ice. Tinkering on the top of the roof, the window pane and on cars.
the hail fell hard around my feet but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I looked at my lifted arms amazed at what i could do. But why hadn’t i been able to do it when i needed to. Desperately, i closed my fists and the hail stopped, water drops formed on my knuckles
so I listened to the ice stones hitting the tin roof like a staccato melody unchained!
Heavy loud wet pelting pain bruised broken cleansed
well, damn. It was supposed to be a simple launch with this rocket. The danger was supposed to be 10 miles up. But no. My ship is going to be destroyed by this insane hailstorm and sunk in the ocean minutes off the ground. Why did I become an astro…
there once was a hail storm and then a little baby Jesus came down and said “Hey ya’ll I am here! Pray for me”!
oh prem do you remember
those summer days
the memory fades
i was playing basketball
your lip was bleeding
an ice pack pink stained
and a hailstorm of lemonade
the green eyed girl
i had never seen before
etched into my mind’s eye
calling to me in my deep sighs
there’s never been anything like this
nothing quite like my mind’s eye
nothing quite like your eye
nothing quite like you and i
goodbye
It is sunny, you feel good you can listen to the bird from your widow, woow what great flowers’ smell… you start dancing with your own; … you are optimist, motivated and every thing is good in this moment you believe that it’s the best because it’s all what you want!!
After that you see a new flowers so you want to try it to your garden, you start your planning after that you see that the trees want also change its tree leaves because they are yellow… so you start your work to get something new suddenly you see the cloud in the sky there is no sun you feel cold, you continue your working hard to finish but this time you receive the wind from every side however you get your strength and you keep on because you really want it, after that it’s thunder and it start snowing, but you trust in yourself because you want to get what you want and you believe that you have to fight and be strong to pass all obstacles that you find in your dreams’ way as the ground do it resist hailstorm to get her beautiful dress after in the spring to enjoy with what it wants
hailstorm puppy chow footprints in the muddy snowdrift, beams of headlight wobbling over the crystals, twinkling snow angles flutter and dance, the snow prints are hollow tubes of smoky cool.
Oh. this started.
It was raining. Well, it was supposed to be raining. That’s what the weather report had said anyway. But that wasn’t what they got. What they got was ice. Large, hard, rock-solid balls of ice that shattered as they fell and made horrifying tapping noises on the windows. Ellen shivered listening to it.
A hail storm is raging in Las Vegas today and is destroying cars and houses and windows.
Hailstorm: little white stones that fall from sky and hit caveman on head. Hurt caveman when fall and hit on head. not know why fall from sky and hit caveman on head. caveman will make hailstone stop fall from sky!
Progress report: caveman make hailstones stop falling from sky. also, caveman see pigs fly.
Why was it storming? Were you kidding?
They just wanted to get home.
Seriously, this was ridiculous.
Their phone binged.
“Careful out there. It’s pretty slippery.”
They slipped.
angels playing with stones
I can sit around all day long and expect things to go smoothly, but ultimately – if a hailstorm comes, you can’t stop it. All you can do is sit and wait. take cover and wait. If you tried to stop what was inevitable, you only end up hurt. You have to accept what is coming, and take shelter when it is wise.
the streaming of our collective consciousness
interrupted by the static of confusion
last lost of living in these progressively stranger days
the hailstorm maelstrom of information
no wonder we can’t procreate
we don’t touch fingers abated
The mountain tops rumbled as the first flutters of snow cascaded down. No one expected the temperature to drop. The group’s throat heaved in chilled air awaiting the golf ball sized hail.
Thundering down,
Nipping frozen skin
creating slight bruises
banging windows, bouncing
off grounds.
It felt like I hailstorm but the brightly colored pellets hitting the ground and my face were definitely not hail. As I continued to be assaulted by the sky’s diarrhea, I knelt and picked one up. Licked it.
Jelly beans.
They’re jelly beans.
There was a hailstorm developing in the north, showers were passing through this afternoon, however tonight will be a torrential downpour that could bring hail the size of golf balls.
it’s a cold day in hell if i won’t think about these days
in a future where my past is a frozen contemplate
is there a better moment gone as i ruminate the change
the weary hailstorm is the warmest all the same
I don’t believe in God(s).
I don’t believe in ghosts.
I don’t believe in Bigfoot.
I don’t believe in crystals.
I don’t believe in Witchcraft.
I don’t believe in a flat Earth.
I don’t believe conspiracy theories.
I don’t believe in demon possession.
Or Astrology…unleash the hailstorm.
hailstorm drumming my haircut plastered flat to my scalp, coiled heavy locks and dripping hairpins splashing my shoes, they are ruined and they’re so new, the sky is deep and gray.
there was a big hailstorm that broke tons of windows and cars and lots of other things in my town it was bad no one got hurt but pople were super cold
Luckily, as we were driving up the mountain, none of the hell stories told about the weather came into fruition. There was no heavy rain. There was no hailstorm. There was no blizzard or flurry or even one speck of snow. Sure, it was cold, but I enjoyed that. I enjoyed seeing my breath float in front of me like a new, ghostly friend. I enjoyed the look of the cabin we stayed at – like something out of a fairy tale, or a picture book from the 1800s.
One night i was walking down an alley, suddenly it started to rain, i didnt quite mind it, but it started to get worse, i was already on my way so i had to keep going, but it got worse as time went by.
another hailstorm but we just missed it, we keep missing them but one day you just know we’re gonna be out and get caught in it and the umbrella will be useless and we’ll get wet but why doeas it matter so much that we miss the hailstorm, why does it matter if we get soaked. Maybe if we do, we’ll feel more alive.