Sleet has a beat,
a syncopation:
it crackles when it hits
like the rat-a-tat-tat
of dried beans
pouring into a pot.
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Margo Roby lives in Atlanta, Georgia, where she focuses on her writing, while her husband works so they can eat. Margo also runs a poetry blog, Wordgathering.
Margo, this one captures sleet with the “beat” and rhythm. Perfect simile! 🙂
Very nicely wrought — all those lines that end in “t” like sleet hitting.
Terrific onomatopeia.
Then sleet has a slop when it melts as it drops….