The window was punctured by hail. Hail here, hail there. I looked out my
bedroom window and all I could see was hail. Our car was dented by the hail. The hail
was big, and some hail was small. It seemed like a never ending occurence in my 10 year old
mind. A book was being read by Heather as the storm came. Mother was knitting a quilt and father
carving wooden sculptures. Our power was gone. A candle was lit by my mother. The sound
of a hundred drums filled the air as the hail pelted down onto the roof. The sound became louder and louder
as the storm drew closer and became more intense. Unbearable became the sound of the hail. Harder and louder
impossible to shut out. Then all the sudden it stopped. The storm had passed. Clear was the sky now. Out came the sun
as if nothing had happened. Branches and debris filled our yard. Yet I had survived yet another hail storm here in
the heart of tornado alley.
