One fine day in late June, I was talking with Darren via Skype (great way to keep up with long distance calling) I suddenly heard strange sounds outside my window. The rain, for it had been raining a while turned into something else.. something harder, scarier. I looked out and saw this:
"A hail storm! Oh dear god, my car! Oh well, it's a piece of crap anyway.." Quickly my mind is all absorbed by the storm, my eyes glued to the window to watch as the hail covers the streets like snow. I realize that I'm no longer listening to Darren's story (told in the manner of Nathaniel Hawthorne - too many descriptors for his own good).I exclaim like Tattoo "the hail, the hail!" as Darren ever so-subtly jibes - "there's no rain in Colorado, ever!" Which compared to Darren's home country of England, yes this is fairly accurate.
Before the excitement vanished I excused myself from the conversation for a minute to snap these few photos. I like how the hail formed a little river going down the sidewalk. Of course the minute it all ended the moisture was dried up in a matter of minutes but it was exciting for a little while.And that dear friends is that. I hope its enough to keep me out of trouble for a while and next time look forward to hearing how once again I am jobless. Until then, good night and good luck.
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