Seattleites delight! There’s quarter-inch hail rocketing down at this moment in Milano! (And I’ve even worn a light sweater today.) the hail isn’t just falling, it’s being propelled to the ground like bullets. It’s 73 degrees out! I have the doors wide open. An odd phenomenon, certainly. They’re still predicting mid-80s for the weekend though, which will be perfect for the antique market along the canal.
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Fifteen minutes later. Wow! This is monsoon-like right now! I, thankfully, never see rain like this in Seattle. I just closed all the doors and windows. The neighbor’s laundry just flew off their line. The rooftop across the courtyard is filled like a pool. The sky is dark at 6:00 p.m. and flashing with lightning. Incredible.
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Forty-five minutes later. Now the sun is bright in my eyes. Traffic is recovering. The pooltop roof has cleared and it may be safe to step outside again, although it still looks grim to the northeast.