All hale the hail

A shadow crept sharply upon us
It had been eyeing us for a while
A plump grey cloud of playful spite
Who’d foreseen his bed on our lawn
In spite of our strewn tools

It had taken us both by surprise
Behind each ear a thud and a scuffle
Noses turned, senses followed, but nothing

We returned to our patches.
But again it flitted past close behind us

Before long a din of hail
Had clapped it’s hands and wailed
For a second I wailed with it
But then I saw, the tiny thud and splash
Of a perfect ball of ice on your flesh

Between your zipped top and your trackies
A crescent moon of skin tempted the sky
I watched as stone after stone snapped at it
Washing along the seams

Dribbling at me like forbidden fruit
But I, cast out, could only watch

A little later, I watched you from the window
As you ran, full of mirth, down the path to lock the shed
Smiling a desperate joy
Nature at once shielding you and soaking you
I sighed at your sweetness
My disquiet tempered

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[alanwgraham]

Great! I like your humour and play with words - and the title. It's quite subtle and you left the clarification to the end which is where it should be.
Well done.
Alan
I t reminds me a bit of my poem 'Cat Wars' that you might enjoy. Cheers!