The day started benignly with cerulean sky and a few puffy clouds. The wildflowers sang their joyous summer song.
Without a jacket, I had to seek shelter under the boughs of a pine tree because the hail was stinging my bare arms too much for me to bear. In a remarkably short time, the storm's peak fury passed, and I rode home in a steady and soaking rain. It felt nice in our warm (60 deg) air.
I, like the wildflowers, was drenched. Mother Nature showed me who is boss, and it's definitely not me.