Hail On My Roof Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

'Knock, knock, knock, ' sounds hail
But seems not to know this structure well
He might be blind not to see the doors
Or might crazy that roof-knocking he adores

In a few knocks the kids are out
Not to let him in but swallow and shout
Let him to the ground he will melt
The fun of the day has been felt

He adapts to himself to a such quick change
And makes it fun, amazing and strange
But he still has miles to go
Through river, lakes, ocean and all.