Monday, June 12, 2006
And it stoned me to my soul
It was eerie standing on my front stoop. The torrential rain had abated so I was no longer worried about getting soaked.
I watched the ghostly white meteorites plant themselves in my front yard and ricochet off of my house and cars. The otherwise quiet neighborhood echoed with the crash and smash of the hailstones. The bang of the stones off of shingle roofs and cedar siding sounded like a war zone.
I just hoped for minimal damage.
When it was over, I collected a few of the golf ball-sized specimens to show my daughter in the morning.
tagged: storm, hail, Kansas, eerie, weather