Golf ball-sized hail...it's not just in the game anymore. Actually, we were lucky in the tornado warnings and severe storms that we had yesterday. There were pictures on the news of people in the area who had baseball-sized hail. And 9 tornadoes touched down in Georgia. In retrospect, golf ball-sized hail wasn't too bad.
Kamu and I got home just as it started to hail. There were little pea-sized pieces coming down as we were getting out of the car. I grabbed him up, ran inside, and immediately called Jason (who had just gotten to Patrick's school to pick him up). By the time Jason answered, there were pieces coming down that were probably nickle-sized. Within a few minutes, it sounded like someone was lobbing buckets of golf balls at our windows. It was a terrifying sound. Poor Kamu just looked around like "What's going on?" We sat on the stairs with the dogs and cuddled, listening to the radio and hoping not to hear the tornado sirens go off.
It tapered off in about 10 or 15 minutes and the sky cleared for a little while. I went out to get the groceries out of the car and took some pictures of the hail:
This is our front porch. Our covered front porch. Hearing enormous pieces of hail coming down at an angle and hard enough to whack against our front door was frightening.