Hailing in SF
Hail is falling from the sky. Tiny wet hail. It’s just like rain only they bounce better and when you catch them, you get tiny white pebbles in your hand.
Oh wait, it stopped.
The coldest winter I ever spent
Hail is falling from the sky. Tiny wet hail. It’s just like rain only they bounce better and when you catch them, you get tiny white pebbles in your hand.
Oh wait, it stopped.
We got those little things, and by the time they got here from SF they had become styrofoam pellets from the skies. Fuzzy-little-not- quite snowflakes…