For the last few minutes Jo and I kept hearing this awful racket off of the balcony. When we went to the window to see what it was, we realized it was hail. Not like little ice pellets but golf ball and baseball sized hail. There’s no cover over my truck (or any vehicle in the parking lot) so I guess mother nature is getting in some target practice out there. I can see a few dings from up here (4th floor) from the way the sun is shinning down on it. I just hope it hasn’t cracked any of the windows!