I love a good thunderstorm. I love the strong winds and the lightening and the smell of ozone. Now throw in a tornado, mind you, and I'm sobbing like a girl and running for the basement in sheer panic. But thunderstorms are fun.
There were some scattered storms forecasted for today, but it ended up being so clear and warm we packed up and headed for Lake Michigan. We had a great time for hours and even got a little tan. It was windy and there were some decent waves to play in. Jeff's a staunchy ol' poop, so he only went in up to his knees, but the rest of us were up to our necks chasing waves.
We got home around dinnertime and set up the grill. It started to look greenish out the back door as we were finishing up, and Jeff and I went out to look. There were tornado watches going on all around us, and we expected to get hit with something significant.
As we walked around to the front of the house, I noticed it had already begun to clear up. Disappointed, I mockingly pouted, "Oh, come on. That's it!? We're not getting any of it!?"
At that very moment, I heard what I thought was light hail hit the roof. I made for the house and got hit with a splatter of raindrops - just a splatter, and altogether lasting a whole two seconds. Most interesting is that it all landed in about a twenty-yard area around our house.
Jeff almost fell over laughing and said "So there! I guess He showed you!"
I think I was spit on by God.... Darnit. This can't be a good sign.