While watching The Bridges of Madison county and trying to not think of the fact it was old people having sex on afternoon TV (Well not so bothered by Meryl Streep, but Clint.) when I heard a loud bang on the roof. Then another. Then the wind picked up and lots of bangs and I thought a tree had come down on the roof. Husband rushes out to see if it's me making me the noise and we both go to the window and see, for the first time in our lives, golf ball sized hail. First though was - are the kids inside? They were out playing just before. They were safe. Then we thought about the car. and got that moved. A bit more "WTF?!" and a rare "Holy crap!" then I woke up and got my video camera out. I caught the last few minutes of the storm.
I hate the sound of my own voice. I hate how it doesn't sound as excited as I felt witnessing this.
The news report was worse. There was a "mini cyclone" passed right through the city center. The streets flooded, I'm guessing because the drains got stopped up with hailstones. There were two young women interviewed for the news with painful, swollen round welts up their legs and cuts on their backs from being caught in the storm. I wish I could find that interview because it was a shocker. My escapade pales by comparison. I was too chicken to go out and grab one of the big stones.