• hritrishna_19 21w

    The Hail Storm

    The streetlights
    Fading to a dim glow
    Torrents of water baskets
    Flowing down a half dried leaf
    Twisting and turning
    Warped and crumbled
    On the verge of crushing
    Suspended by the wind

    The hail bites her skin
    Eyelashes covered with ice
    And she can't see the glacial winds
    Numbing her
    And tossing her
    To and fro