Some storm clouds from yesterday's excitement. In about 20 minutes, it went from a clear sky to this, and the temperature dropped 15C before it came down in sheets for another 20 minutes.
In Quebec, I learned a very charming turn of phrase to describe the kind of rain that we got after these clouds blew in:
Il pleut comme un vache espagnol qui piss. My spelling and grammer might not be 100%... it's been almost 20 years, but that roughly translates to "It's raining like a pissing Spanish cow."
No, I don't know if Spanish cows pee harder than others; but regardless, you should get out of the way.
My dad's house, about 15 minutes away, was hammered long and hard with golfball sized hail, but luckily that didn't make it over here. My car is still parked outside because all the flooding has meant that the cleanup crew hasn't been back to take everything from the garage back to the basement. If I'd have had to submit another insurance claim because my car was damaged in the hail, I'd have been miffed.
And then, as fast as it arrived, it passed.
And the beasts went back to their sun beams.
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