We, Kate and I, were racing home from the pizza shop in Clinton...Over the car, the sky was blue-black. I drove very fast, but as we passed the high school on the highway the rain began, big fat splats on the windshield.
And then my daughter Kate yelled two words:
"Hail! Shelter!"
I pulled into a Shell station with big awnings that entirely covered its tanks; before I got underneath I heard one loud thud on the windshield, but as soon as we parked under the wide metal roof the hail began banging and banging and pinging and bouncing all around us! It was interesting, a novelty, and we were safe under the roof.
Other people soon drove in to join us (all of them in new cars)--we were lucky that the station was out of business, so there was lots of room.
When we got home, we found our lawn looked like snow had fallen!
A lovely adventure, and my car was just fine.
Hail with lens cap for scale
two chairs and hailed on lawn that looks like snow
hailstones, clover, and dogwood petals on the lawn