Late yesterday afternoon, the fourth thunderstorm of the day raked our farm in Littleton, Colorado. It was the first of the group to pummel our property with hail.
Though the hail was only marble-sized, it was torrential and the thunderous sound of it hitting our roof was more than alarming. Looking outside, I saw that our "lawns" were coated with ice pellets and that a river of hail was flowing down our driveway.
Once the storm moved eastward, I went outside to inspect the damage. Though my Beetle and pickup were unscathed, mangled leaves covered most of the farm. While I stood in the ice-cooled air, pleased with myself for surviving nature's fury, a pair of hummingbirds zoomed overhead. In their wake, my pride dissolved.
