Raindrops and hail tap a beat on my roof
tapping a rhythm, like a running horse's hoof
dancing some jigs, like those of a goof
A large hailstone came down with a crash
thunder rumbled and lightning flashed
up in the sky, drum and mallet clashed.
Raindrops and hail tap a beat on my roof
good thing my ceiling is always rainproof
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