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.