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December 12, 2008
Clatter. Clatter! Clatter!! CLATTER!!!

It sounds like itís raining rocks outside, but it looks like itís snowing. The kittens and I, equally unnerved, peer out of the window, amazed. I run out to take a picture and slide around on the windy porch in a mixture of hail and melted hail, pointing the camera towards the street. Pink petals fly from the camellia bush as I click away, then dash inside. My hair is full of hail, and for the next half hour, I feel it slowly melt, as the hail melts outside, too. Gone as if it never happened.