Hail

Monday 3 December 2007

Our first day of work. We worked in the vegetable garden in the morning, and were constructing a mud building (that will someday be a store) in the afternoon. As we were smacking and smoothing the mud onto the walls, a wind came up and we heard a strange roaring sound, a loud white noise that we couldn't quiet place. A little uneasy, I asked Jorge, the farm father, what it was. He said it was hail, coming up from the south. We could hear it on the pavement and cars in town. Sure enough, within two minutes we were being bombarded by huge hailstones. It only stopped work for about 15 minutes, but it was quite the storm.