I was alone in the kitchen yesterday's afternoon, preparing ingredients for mutton steak with tomato sauce. A storm was lashing outside, so strong that it tipped over several of my mom's potted plants. And I have to save Kiko (the blue eyed kitty) from her cage at the porch because the wind was so strong and it blew the rain HORIZONTAL!
So as I was minding my cooking in the noisy weather (the thundercloud was right above now) I heard something weird, other than the sound of rain and the blasts of thunder. It sounded like pebbles and sand were hitting on my roof!
And who is crazy enough to play outside in this hellish weather?!
The sound was eerily continuous and I had to look up at the transparent part of the kitchen roof to look at the things that fell on the house.
There are little bits of ICE on the roof!!! (Well, for some of you here, you'd say it's no biggie, but... I live in a country on the Equator belt, the hottest part of the planet. Ice falling from the sky is an anomaly).
My reaction? OH GOD, NO!!!!! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!!! I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!!!! (being a bad person makes you feel very very guilty.... sometimes).
It kept on raining little pieces of ice. It's not really snow, and maybe we can call it mini-hail.
And suddenly the rain stopped.
Of course I cannot show you guys the proof... the little bits ice was quickly melted by the gushing rain. I text-messaged several friends about this, but I think they don't believe me much :(
I think I told you people (in comments) how I enjoyed cold weather and sometimes wished for snow. I think I just had my wish come true - well, partially :)