|Our view is white with hail|
Last week we got a surprise hail storm in early evening. I don't have much experience with hail - it didn't happen very often, if at all in New England, where I grew up. Here the warm spring days result in afternoon thunderstorms, some turning very violent. Blustery winds, golf ball size hail and frightening lightening! This one was one of those.
The rain came down hard but then we realized it was hail thundering on our roof. My husband ran out to move the car under the huge maple for some protection. I glanced across the street at our neighbor's pasture and his ponies were out. They ran for the barn at the first raindrop but froze when the hail pelted them. Confused and frightened, they bolted under the trees by the creek for cover.
Our lettuces took a beating as the hail swept through our narrow valley, coming down sideways, so heavy that we could not see the other side of the road. The hail got larger and larger the longer if fell. It rained hail for a good ten to fifteen minutes unrelenting in the thunderous noise.
When it ended, mist rose from the warm ground into the cool air, settling in the pasture and between the trees on our hillside. Our rhododendrons were shredded along with our irises. The leaves of the maple hung in tatters but my car underneath looked fine. The ponies seemed no worse for the experience and made their way back to their barn over pond size puddles in the field.