Beautiful, destructive, awe-inspiring hail poured down last night.
It pounded the house from all sides, roaring with a force I've never heard before. It sent gallons of water streaming through our kitchen ceiling and tore through our window screens. It ripped my little garden greens to shreds and pockmarked our car. I've heard the phrase "the sky opened up" before, but had never experienced it until last night when buckets and buckets of hail fell in a matter of minutes.
After a restless, rainy night, we're headed out to survey our house and the neighborhood. We've got a lot of tasks ahead: taking stock, repairing, making insurance claims. We're thankful to be safe, though. And we're completely bewildered at the strength and power of nature.