Last night I Tweeted a mild whine about our TV going in and out during American Idol. Little did I realize that we had quite a storm brewing and that it was responsible for the interference.
Just moments before the show ended, I heard a loud roll of thunder. And then another. And another. Lightning flashed. And then it sounded like someone was pounding on the roof…because someone or someTHING was.
Larry opened the front door, and we watched as it hailed for quite a while. The hail was dime-sized at our house, but my parents said it was quarter-sized at their house. The storm brought more hail to them, too, although we had plenty.
My 86-year-old Daddy said it reminded him of being out in a two-mule wagon with his dad when he was 5 or 6. His dad put him down between his knees and put a five-gallon metal bucket over his head. Eighty years later he remembers the sound of the hail hitting the bucket and the mules jumping. They finally made it to the hall of the barn and got in out of the storm.
I’m glad we were inside and I didn’t hear last night’s storm from underneath a bucket!