Hail From Above

On Wednesday, the eastern suburbs of Brisbane was hit by a a freak hail storm.  I had heard a warning on the radio at 3pm that it was expected to hit Macleay Island within half an hour, so I knew it would reach us at about 3.45pm.  The exact time that I needed to pick up my son from the bus stop after school.  What was I going to do?  Hail storms here can be really severe - the size of golf or tennis balls which can really mess up your car, but I couldn't exactly leave my son to stand in the street during a hail storm.

My daughter who was already at home did not want to go out in the car if there was going to be a hail storm.  She said she would be much happier to wait at home where it was safe.  So I locked up the house and raced to get my son.  Of course the storm hit as soon as I got to the bus stop.  Thankfully the hail was small but there was so much of it.  I rang my husband to tell him what was happening and to let him know that I had driven his car to the bus stop (I wasn't silly enough to drive mine) and I could barely hear him over the noise of the hail hitting the car roof.

Finally the bus pulled up and my son and his mate ran to the car.  They said the hail hurt their heads when it hit them.  When I got home I immediately called out to see that my daughter was OK and she wasn't frightened by the storm.  She was fine.  In fact, she was quite chirpy and then she pulled out the camera and showed me some of the 47 photos she had taken.

She took a photo of a hail stone to show Dad

And then the storm was over