I set off for an afternoon jog just ahead of blackening western sky. Rain clouds were threatening to make it a lost opportunity. Actually, I knew full well that I would get caught out when the storm hit. Clad with running trunks and a baseball cap (with brim to deflect moisture from the eyes) I wasn’t far along before I could hear what sounded like freeway traffic from behind. I swung my head for a glance but saw no cars. Then I realized that the racket was the din of heavy rain overtaking me. I hustled a bit to make the sanctuary of the the tree canopy and cover in the woods Ooops. Too late and it was more than heavy rain. The leading edge of this squall was pelting me with small gauge hail. The attendant lightning and thunder didn’t concern me so much as my imagination of what it would be like if the stinging hail grew to windshield busting size. No where to bail except friend Pete’s open garage where I ducked in for a lull. Weather is a beautiful thing.