As soon as you hear the sound on your roof you know it isn’t rain. It is hard and insistent like a stampede of tiny animals. The storm produces brilliant flashes tied to deep thunder trying its best to keep up. The hailstones can be cute little things, round and smooth as tiny cue balls, but sometimes they are ragged and rough like icy vagabonds hitching a ride to Earth. The largest hailstones can tear holes in the roofs of houses and dent cars at which point they cease to be mere novelties. Hail surprises because ice seems misplaced in the warm air of Spring; a remnant of winter swirling above us in the high, cold air.
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