So we had a nice thunderstorm the other day. Some 40 thousand lightning bolts an hour!
Rain that seemed to be taken from fantasy literature (aka Bible) or some bad B- Movie, drowning the land.

I was asleep through most of it.

Once my wife woke me up to shut the widows completely.

Did that.
Went back to sleep.

Then she woke me up to tell me that she thinks it’s hailing.

Now what should I do about that if it is hailing?
Rush outside and protect the tomatoes and strawberries with my body?
Who am I?
Almanzo Wilder?
I don’t need pneumonia, nor a stroke!
Perhaps it’s hailing, so what?

Of course, I didn’t say any of that. I didn’t want to hurt her, or seem overly rude, although she would’ve understood everything about that argument, so I just mumbled (or grumbled) a ‘maybe’, in the hopes of going back to sleep.

After spending the rest of night lulled to sleep by rain, hail and thunder, I had to drain a few potted plants in the morning, nothing had been ruined by hail.

Hope you guys are okay, take care,