Yesterday was beautiful. Sunny, warm with temperatures flirting with seventy.
It rained through the night. Temperatures fell into the forties. But the rain ended before the alarm clock went off, and while the world looked dreary on the way into work, I thought the worst of the weather was behind us.
The clouds were grey. They changed to black.
A crack of thunder. The wind whipped up. Rain fell in sheets against the store’s windows.
Then the hail began, falling from the sky, piling up against the windows, beating against the door.
More thunder. The power at the store tripped. The phone lines went out briefly in the middle of a conference call.
Fifteen minutes later the hail turned back to rain.
By ten the rain stopped. By noon the clouds cleared off, and the afternoon was clear, if brisk.
What can I say? It’s spring. Almost.