A great start for a holiday when we had no plans for outside activities anyway. I sat in my recliner and watched a show better than any July 4th man-made skyrocketage. It seemed to go on forever. The sky churned from grays to light streaks and back to gray, Zeus's bolts ramming downward steadily. Distant thunder-clap time said it was far away, maybe over Hubertus.
Then when the rain began at our latitude it bfiefly contained hail, which gave us our first chance to hear the clattering sounds on our skylights. Much, much noise, and the hailstones were small. Imagine what is in store for us as the season advances!
The lights from Dave's Restaurant across the street reflected on the wet pavement. The hail brought down some small leafy twigs from the trees that were planted for pleasure in dolled-up historic downtown Waukesha.
Thanks to the forces that are.