Hailstones

I wait for that day of downpour,

When hailstones shower from the sky.

I relish keeping them on my palms,

Enduing merrily the icy cold.

I scan its melting process,

Getting thinner bit by bit...

Oozing cold water to sip.....

Its splendor outshining the -

Refrigerated ice cubes.

But the fleeting pleasure,

Of the melting hailstones!

My psyche persist in coaxing me,

To seek something worthful,

Creating a perennial appeal,

In the transitory moments of life,

To leave behind when we melt down.