Cutting it close. The wind blew dry dust at first. Tornado sirens alerted and we witnessed horizontal sheets of rain and hail arrive. Pea sized hail pelted a Ramper on his tractor tug and a brand new Lear in tow which hustled for dry hangar safety. They didn’t make it. New ice the size of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups must smart, because the driver bailed and ran for cover sacrificing the idling rig to whatever Mother Nature would serve up. The two pilots, high and dry but fearing damage to the hull for their jobs, could do nothing but bolt out into the wind & wet, unprotected. Misguided legs did not know whether to zig zag back for body protection or take command of the tug. In a frantic confused display of concern, they ran about arms thrust upward cursing Ramper and wailing to the Gods.