On the night of the hailstorm,
I was thinking about my help who couldn’t make it for her day job.
When the rich enjoy the weather,
They shiver in the fear of not making to see the next sun.
I felt blessed, for both survive.
One took work from home,
and another worked at homes.
One after hangover,
Other, for hanging-in there.
My prayers are with both.
On the night of the hailstorm.