A furious line of thunderstorms with intermittent hail along with them crossed our area last week. Bright sunshine all morning gave no hint of the impending weather. In mid-afternoon lightning streaked across the sky accompanied by loud cracks of thunder. The satellite dish lost the signal so often we finally turned it off. (That "searching for signal" came on the screen more than the program.) I sat reading and enjoying the sound of the rain when the sound changed dramatically. Hailstones hit the window and bounced in the yard like popcorn. Pea-sized rather than golf-ball sized, thank goodness.
The digital thermometer continued to drop one-tenth of a degree at a time providing proof of the drop in outdoor temperatures. When the thunder abated, our neighbor called and asked what happened. They had been in nearby Asheville watching a matinee showing of The Hunger Games. The sun was shining when they entered the theater and they exited to find themselves in the midst of the storm. They missed most of the heavy rain and didn't see any hail until they got home.
The small hailstones did little, if any damage. And it was fun to see the ground hushed and white but not with snow.
By the driveway
On the deck
In the side yard
I do so enjoy watching hailstorms from a sheltered area. This one had a short life, but was repeated several times as the front bringing thunderstorms passed overhead. And the next morning dawned bright and sunny, albeit with much lower temperatures.
[Just in case you didn't recognize it: The title is a play on words from one of my favorite movies, "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" in which the maid Tillie declares that, "All Hell done broke loose."]