It’s been a hail of a week. . .
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Came a knocking on the house,
Much too loud to be a mouse.
The hail bounced around on the sidewalk. . .
Lots of little and not so little hail stones. . .
It covered the sidewalks and filled up the rosebed. . .
It's hail on leaves!
It fell noisily from the sky and bounced on the roof and sidewalk.
"Hail stones keep falling on my head. . ."
.
"Oh no, wait! They're IN my head!"
Yep, it’s been a hail of a week!
