May 8th was a dark day. literally. The skies were black and angry over Denver. And then the clouds opened up and dumped not just rain, but hail. Large chunks of it – golf ball sized in fact. The hailstorm lasted for 30-40 minutes whilst I stood inside with my colleagues commiserating over the fate of our vehicles. At one point, hail started crashing through the ceiling of one of the buildings and several coworkers ran over to the building where I was taking refuge with a large gymnastics mat overhead. Finally, the storm subsided with a foot of hail piled up on the ground. We all trudged through the sloppy, wet, ice piles and made our way to our battered vehicles. My car came out better than some – no shattered windows. However, damage was evident everywhere! Dents galore, broken vents, shattered brake lights, and one of my wipers fell off as I drove home. My poor car is only four-years-old. I’m thankful for good insurance and hopeful my car won’t be declared a total loss.