Walt:Write a wether poem using strong verbs
Tiny frozen meteors
Drumming drumming
Hard then light.
The sudden sound is no delight.
The thumping beat as hail pores.
You wish that it was under laws.
It’s hard to see, easy to hear.
You know it’s wise to be aware.
It’s not like summer autumn spring.
Down from the skies there bulleting.
You see them jumping of the floors.
These tiny frozen meteors.
