"And it's still raining.."

It was hailing..

Very hard.

We wanted to go outside.

But somebody decided to get sick, and Mama didn't want that somebody to be outside.

Especially during this crazy hail storm.

The thunder roared as we watched the ground filled with little pellets of hail.

And he decided he would very much like a piece of hail.

I told him not to, but he went anyways.. and when he came back, it had already melted.

The End.

(Title lyrics from I Will Praise You in this Storm by Casting Crows)