I’ve never been in a hail storm
But I’ve seen the results of what
Those violent storms can do
Like a road with an enormous rut
Hard balls made of ice they are
All sizes and even shapes
Damage to everything they hit
Like vehicles especially take
In certain areas of the country
Like Oklahoma, for instance
Folks learn to read the skies
And sometimes know at a glance
When I was in Oklahoma one year
And tornados were a possibility
I looked at the sky and worried
But to John it was plain to see
For he knew that the possibility
Was not particularly eminent
Yes, we have to accept anything
Mother Nature decides to send
It is fascinating, don’t you think
How we have to keep in touch
Especially in Oklahoma where
They have hail storms and such!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem