This is part 2 of The True Story (Only Slightly Exaggerated) About The Time Ice Fell From The Sky And Bashed My House, With Added Drama. You can catch part 1 for the build-up or skip to part 3 for the pictures of the after effects if you prefer.
By this point we had realized we were going to be under the most intense part of the storm, so we gathered up all the pillows and blankets we could find and made a little nesting area in the interior hallway. I was a little concerned they would be scared and upset, but they were energized by the change in routine and wouldn’t settle down until we gave them their Leap Pads (the hot new toy for Christmas 2011 don’t cha know).
I can’t really blame them for being excited, I was a bit antsy myself, torn between keeping an eye on the kids, watching the weather radar on TV, and looking out the back window toward the approaching storm. I stood there for several minutes trying to take pictures of something, but it was nothing but boring old rain. The hail started slow, but it picked up fast and by the time my camera phone was ready to go the chunks were getting so big I was starting to worry about the glass in the back door breaking in my face. Not to mention the curious shorties who wanted to come over and see what was up. So in the interests of being a good fatherly example I had to retreat to the safe zone with the rest of the family.
We sat there for several minutes listening to the wind howl in a way I’ve never heard it before. The sound of the hail pounding on the windows and back of the house was so loud it drowned out the weather reports on the TV and the kids had to put their hands over their ears. It was a unique experience for me. I’ve never been in a storm so intense. I tried to get a recording, but it didn’t quite turn out so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
So of course, as soon as the pounding slowed down I was out to see for myself. Stay tuned for pictures of the aftermath in part 3.