The hail outside made me think you were Falling out of the sky, Long held in high regard by me, But now your cold heart was fractured And pouring dramatically to the ground. The air was frigid and the downpour mostly Unnoticed, Save for maybe the one man who looks up To get a piece of hail in the eye, And that was me. The hail had dazzled me, and I walked around in it Shocked and enthralled Until it finally hit me in tender areas And I learned to walk away. It wasn’t a quick lesson And it was far from painless But lessons worth learning often are.