Like it was a Category 1 hurricane freak summer storm. Winds of up to 130 kph at the airport... which is right next to us.
John said he stood outside looking at the rain. And then it rained harder. And then the wind started blowing. And then it started blowing harder. And then it started hailing. And then John decided it was time to come inside. And then John decided it was time to close the windows. And then he thought about where he should go if the apartment blew away. And he wasn't being dramatic.
When it was all over, about 15 minutes later, leaves, branches, and hail were scattered over the roads. So were tiles from roofs. And so were actual trees.
There were several cars in the area that were damaged by the hail. Either the windshield was broken or there were dents all over the car. Luckily John and I don't own one of those, so we didn't have to worry about that. It dropped 12 degrees Fahrenheit in 10 minutes.
I was in a windowless office at a client all day, so I missed everything. But John sent me pictures, at least until he almost hid in the bathroom.
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