That Day In July

I remember the day when it hailed in July.
I remember the people as they hurried by.
I watched from my window as the hail fell.
It was pea-size but I am sure it hurt just as well.

The hail tap, tapped in front of my face
and the rain soon decided to pick up its pace.
The clouds I could tell were a sickly green
and I shuddered at the thought of what it could mean.

Some people still scattered and scurried around.
I was certain that soon the sirens would sound.
The thunder was deafening, the lightning so bright!
All of a sudden day turned into night

and the hail grew larger as it continued to fall.
Before long it was as big as a basketball
and the windows soon shattered as I backed away.
The neighborhood soon was in great disarray.

I turned on the radio.  Chaos was everywhere.
The sirens then sounded.  I begged God hear my prayer!
People were screaming, some still running outside.
That day in July there were many who died.

Bodies were discovered all over the place.
Houses and cars were sitting in waste
and the forecast was calling for more troubled skies.
I turned off the radio and listened to cries.

--msl2019