Pietisten

Summer Hail

by Ann Boaden

They nest in grass
like eggs
or pearls.
How can the swift and sweeping sky
that drummed with last night’s thunder
give such quiet beauty?
They are miracles,
these hailstones
poured in detailed perfection
out of the wind’s rage.
Of course they also dent shingles, car roofs, awnings—
cause inconvenience, as miracles
usually do.