What the hail, England?
English weather is pretty mild. The summers aren’t too hot and the winters aren’t too cold (we only had one day of snow this year). Even though it’s cloudy a lot of the time, it hasn’t really rained too much—and when it does rain, it isn’t anything like the torrential downpour that I’m used to during an Ohio spring or that I encountered in many other countries during my Eurotrip. And I haven’t experienced a thunderstorm since I arrived.
Weather here does have a tendency to change pretty rapidly from a mild sunny day to a mild cloudy day and then back again, but nothing prepared me for yesterday’s swift transition from sunny when I woke up, cloudy when I left my flat an hour later, rainy as I walked to breakfast with friends, sunny again as I left breakfast and walked around the corner to meet another friend for a coffee, and then HAIL two minutes later when my friend arrived at the cafe. While we talked, the sun came out for a few minutes before it started to rain again, and then we waited for the rain to stop before leaving. As I walked home, the sun was again covered by clouds, this time more ominous than ever, and I was caught in an intense hailstorm complete with the first thunder I’ve heard since being here.
While everyone was running for cover, I continued walking, taking photos of the weather anomaly on my way. By the time I got home, the sun was shining and most of the sky was blue, except for the cloud right above me that was still spitting pellets of hail. It was the craziest weather we’ve had all year, and I loved it!