10:50 pm it started.
Lightning, thunder, rain.
Then more and more it came.
The whole sky lit up like daylight.
And the thunder grew and grew and pounded the field.
On one particular close hit, I heard Micah scream like a girl out there in the Sun Room.
It was close.
Then came the hail. Pounds and pounds of hail.
Pea sized, marble sized.
Like a snow storm it came and you couldn't see through it.
And I was sick as I thought about how good the crops had been looking around here... till then.
The rain poured forth so much that it seemed the whole of the yard was running downhill.
The storm hammered us for some time. A solid half hour to forty five minutes.
Hail piled up at the corners of the house like snow.
We fell asleep with the thunder moving off into the distance.
This morning the damage is clear.
The hail was still piled up where we left it last night.
The garden was shredded. Cucumber plants now holier than I am. Tomato plants with all their top branches sheared off. We should still be ok with the fruit though. Lots of tomatoes beneath the tough leaves, and cucumbers are hardy souls themselves. We'll see if the lattice worked leaves can support them growing still.
And the close lightning hit has destroyed the internet radio, and looks like the router too. So that will all take work and money and time to get going again.
But none of it compares to what some of these farmers must be dealing with. It was such a full crop too.
We are glad for no injuries, no loss of life here.
God has been good to us again in that way, and I'm thankful.
But it was a rough one here in the field last night.
At least it isn't snowing here like it is in the Chilean desert, where it hasn't snowed in 400 years.