Saturday, September 18, 2010
Last night (no, this morning) I was awakened around 3ish by lightning and the sound of raindrops tapdancing on the window shade. I nudged DH -- it was his window -- to close it before the furniture got wet. As I lay there, listening to the growling thunder, it quickly escalated to the sound of fist-sized rocks hammering the roof. Yikes!
I ran downstairs to get the camera and the percussion of hail beating against the skylights made me pause -- it sounded like they could come crashing down. I bravely grabbed the camera (by this time both DH and Youngest Daughter were up) and we went out on the front porch to take pictures.
My pumpkin vines were shredded.
The fireplace cover had large holes.
The siding and gutters were smashed and dented.
My neighbor said that their skylights were broken in by the hail. There are branches down and the noise of chainsaws, mowers, and blowers (I hate those things) have sounded a cacophony since first light. My cars were safe in the garage, but cars that were left out were seriously dented. I checked the forecast -- there are storms forecast for most of the next week.
And the teenager lay calmly in his bed, reading a book. "Yeah, I heard the hail," he said.