Coming In Like A Lion, Methinks
I got hailed on today as I was walking on to campus for my night class. I got hailed on while wearing a thin jacket, and a thin jacket only. (Well, and pants and a t-shirt, and a bookbag, but those are givens. I assure you.)
It was kind of a pleasant experience, actually, in an odd sort of way. I like interacting with weather, and I was already happy that a thunderstorm had made its crackling way to Utah Valley. I just walked and sort of relished the experience of small hailstones striking my body -- it's not everyday that that happens.
And then I had a good laugh at my appearance when I walked into the bathroom to towel my sopping face off. I must say, if anyone can rock the drowned puppy look, I can, and I can do it with style.
It was kind of a pleasant experience, actually, in an odd sort of way. I like interacting with weather, and I was already happy that a thunderstorm had made its crackling way to Utah Valley. I just walked and sort of relished the experience of small hailstones striking my body -- it's not everyday that that happens.
And then I had a good laugh at my appearance when I walked into the bathroom to towel my sopping face off. I must say, if anyone can rock the drowned puppy look, I can, and I can do it with style.
posted by juxtaposer at 1:39 AM
2 Comments:
according to "Riply's Believe It or Not" it hailed elephant size halestones in India once.
I think I was in the same storm yesterday walking home from campus. When I left, the sidewalks were dry, with some thunder in the distance. About halfway home it started hailing. But because I was already wet, and the chill from the wind felt colder than frozen, each little ball of ice felt like little knifes cutting my unprotected head. I half expected to be bloody when I got home, but don't worry, I was just wet and pathetic looking.
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