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.