Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Las Vegas is in the desert. It is usually hot and dry, but there are the occasional thunderstorms, and we had a flock of them today.
I happened to experience one on the highway.
I was on the roads today, I needed to get some legal documents in before 4 PM. The sky was overcast.
Then there were a few drops of rain.
Then more rain.
The kind of rain that bounces a foot or more when it hits your car hood.
Then banging sounds.
Sounds like someone is hitting the roof with a ball preen hammer.
This must be hail.
It is hail.
Hail the size of maraschino cherries.
Then lots of hail.
Hail like two hundred baboons hurling stones with all their might.
I continue to drive.
With little visibility.
The streets are now stream beds.
After twenty minutes the rain slows down.
The temperature was 105 degrees when I started this journey.
Now it is 60 degrees.
But the water remains.
With torrents of water rushing down.
I see orange construction barrels floating down like abandoned canoes.
There are cars in odd places.
Stalled with their hazard lights flashing.
The only way to tell if the water is one inch deep or ten inches is to watch the other cars on the highway.
Crossing the intersection is like fording a wild river.
Something I would never ever do unless I had just seen the car in front of me make it safely
I make it slowly to my destination, and slowly back home.
The reports said that we had 1.4 inches of rain in less than an hour.
The annual average rain here is 4.19 inches.
The folks at home say, “Wow. We had a big storm here. Did you catch any of it?”
Well, yes. Actually I did.