Wash Of The Rain

The hailstones tore holes
in the tamarillo leaves
shredded the fronds on
on the banana trees
pounded the roofs
in a shattering roar.
It was more exciting
than rain, the bright
bouncing stones
rattled off the roof
in a mayhem of
abandon flicking
into reality when their
wind-driven
gravity-fed
free-fall
descent ceased
absorbed in the arms
of the grass-starved lawn.
They lay, energy spent
to glitter briefly
like diamonds
and slowly die
in the wash of the rain.
© I.D. Carswell