Monsoon season ends,
with pelting by pea-sized hail-
Nature’s inspired show.
I don’t see hail often, so when I do, I can’t help but watch in awe. The pinging of the ice pellets on our rain gutters had an almost musical effect. The show lasted for about ten minutes and it was amazing- though I didn’t ask for an encore, because I know the damage it can cause!
A few years ago, a hailstorm hit Scottsdale. I watched helplessly from inside my office building while my car was pelted for several minutes, leaving it dimpled like a golf ball. But this wasn’t my first experience with hail in Arizona…
I don’t remember the exact year now (that’s what happens when you get old 🙂 ) but I figure it was probably 1989 or 1990, because I was in high school. My parents and I watched from the sliding door as a newly-planted mesquite tree struggled in the heavy winds. My dad went out to re-tie the stakes in hopes that it would help the tree remain upright. Then hail came and my dad was still working on it, so I decided to help hold the tree. Hail might be small, but it sure stings when it hits bare skin! When the tree was tied good enough, we dashed inside, met by my mom who supported us in her own way: she took lots of photos.
Even after being rained and hailed on, my hair still stood tall. Ah, the wonders of White Rain hairspray…
Well, that’s enough about hail. I’m working on a fiction story written for another of Emilio Pasquale’s photos. I plan on posting later in the week, so I hope you’ll come back by and check it out.
Have a beautiful week!