I like the rain but I have no interesting rain related stories but I do have a hail related one. It was a saturday afternoon, suddenly the skies became a dark and forboding grey. The air was eerily still like it usually is before a storm. I went back inside to surf the net when I hear the unmistakable sound of metal being struck.
It was hail landing all over the hood of my car, it wasnt that bad and I decided that it was best to get the car into the garage which was a mere 40 feet or so away. By the time I got into the car the hail storm slowed considerably. Once parked safely under the garage roof I walk back to my apartment as if on que the hail started. This time with a ferocity that could only be best described as a man being pelted by paintballs in only a t-shirt and shorts. The hail was the size of golf balls and they hurt just as bad, I ran as fast as I possibly could, my baseball cap little protection for my now sore cranium. By the time I finally got inside I was all black and blue and I had a headache.
The moral of the story, I dont know I just know that hail hurts like heck.