We were waiting by the mall, facing the sunset and the thunderstorm racing towards us. The sky was turquoise under the cloud, with veils of rain; the sun blocked by dense cloud. I've never seen a storm so clearly, with the sunlight beneath it. The wall cloud was as sharp-edged as a cow-catcher, and behind it jumped ropes of lightening. As the wall cloud passed over us, I heard a diffuse roar, and from across the vast parking lot I could see a whiteness on the asphalt. The roar grew louder and more stacatto, and suddenly we saw the hail, and dashed inside just as the quarter inch pebbles began pouring around us. Several handfuls followed us into the store's lobby. A woman with packages came to the doors, and decided she wasn't in such a hurry to leave as she'd thought. And the hail became rain, and the rain dissolved the hail, and slowly diminished. And then my wife arrived.
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