A hailstorm in the Gold Coast

Bernie and I were outside having a fag when the clouds started coming up.

Looks like it's gona rain, I said.

Can we play under the rain bernie, please, I added.

Yeah, ok. I haven't done that for a while, she replied.

So we waited for the rain to come. Dressed in jeans and tops, not exactly an ideal attire to play under the rain. But then again, where else can you see two twenty something girls wanting to get wet by the rain?

But what we saw was a hail dropping from the sky.

Shit, was that a hail, Bernie asked.

Dude, it's ice, I shouted. Dumb me.

My car, she shouted. Ran towards the house and put the car in the garage.

I was standing outside the foyer looking around. I saw small hails falling from the sky. I never really thought that I would see such a beautiful thing. It was the closest thing from snow.

I'm glad they're not as big as golf balls, I said.

Boof. One hail as big as a golf ball hit the roof and fell on the grass.

Not just round golf balls look alike but spiky ones too.

We ran inside the house and just looked out.

Then I started laughing.

Can you imagine if we played under the hailstorm. We'd be in hospital right now, I said.

But minus the broken window, the smashed fishtank and dented cars all around the complex, I thought it was cool.