Caught in a hailstorm

There had been thunderclouds gathering every evening this week, but it wouldn't start to rain until later in the night. So we'd been going for nice, cool evening walks. But yesterday, when were were about 2 miles from the house, the clouds burst and began pouring rain. That was uncomfortable, but tolerable, until hailstones joined the rain. Dangit! I thought to take temporary shelter at the next house that had a covered porch, but, surprisingly none of my neighbors that way have a porch! Something I hadn't realized until yesterday. So the girls and I high-tailed it home, the hailstones pelting us and the rain drenching us the whole way. When we got to our own (singular) porch, I toweled off the girls, then peeled off my T-shirt, pants, and socks, and wrung them out and hung them outside. Then I stepped inside and peeled off my underthings and wrung them out, along with my hair, in the sink.

And my forearms looked like this:

Right arm:


Left arm:


And this morning, when we stepped outside, the air smelled sweet and fresh, like roses and Spring dirt.