Harbinger of winter
We had an amazing hailstorm about a week ago, the sort that renews your respect for old Ma Nature’s capacity for destruction. It blew in all of a sudden, pounding everything with a ferocity that was truly breathtaking. Giant, wind-propelled hailstones slammed into windows, tore branches from the trees, and stripped leaves from branches. They weren’t as big as golfballs, but they were bigger than large-sized marbles. The temperature dropped maybe 20 degrees in a matter of minutes.
Hailstones
We scurried around in our flimsy summer clothes and rubber sandals, unplugging leaf-clogged drains so the deluge of water could exit from the patios.
Even though hailstorms are common here in summer, this one had a different feel to it. I think we’re going to have a long, cold, and early winter this year.
Outside patio after hailstorm