Darkness
comes, sudden.
Tap tap tap,
then, on the window-pane;
and, as I peer out,
a
rumble runs across the valley.
Pelted now by wicked winds,
icestones leap frog, helter-skelter,
bouncing, racing, flouncing:
a one-minute
sally.

By E. L. Core

Thanks to santosh verma ( one of my friend@deloitte ), I have few snaps of the hail-storm@hyd.

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