Hail Storm

A neighbor's house the morning following the hail storm.

An exciting storm came through last Monday night. I woke up at midnight to flashes of light from the north window of the bedroom. As I heard no thunder I assumed the distant storm would soon pass to the east. Meanwhile I enjoyed the fireworks and soon drifted back to sleep. It seemed like seconds later that a howling wind arose and hail pounded the house. A chill invaded the previously hot summer air. Water streamed through the windows as they banged and shook and James and I raced around to close them. The flashes of lightening now enveloped us and seemed to occur every two seconds as they revealed a wintry looking landscape. I have lived in Colorado over twenty years and I have never experienced a hail storm that was so loud—and long—a good twenty minutes. Fortunately we were privileged to experience the thrill with little damage; a few decimated flowers and shredded shrubs. Later I heard the news that suburbs near Denver suffered smashed windows and the crushing of houses and cars by huge trees.