Hail! to the chief

I walked home from the metro station last night because I’d taken a taxi to Union Station on Saturday when I went to NYC and I didn’t want to pay for a taxi ride home. It was warm out and throughout the entire mile and a half walk, rain seemed to threaten, but never materialize.

Five minutes after I got in the door, Zeke was curious by some noise he heard in my office. I went to investigate and heard it too. It sounded to loud to be rain. I went outside to check.

It was hailing.

Not big hail–the biggest ones were less than a centimeter, but it was hail nonetheless. I was grateful to whatever chance held off the hail until I was safely indoors.

Published by Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Falls Church, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.