On March 15, Bowling Green had a freak storm and it rained, hailed, thundered, and lightning-ed for a few hours in the afternoon. I don't have any classes on Thursdays, and I was done babysitting for the morning. I was at home peaceful when the terror hit.
It had been a beautiful, sunny morning in Bowling Green. It was warm. I went to babysitting and came back and left my car windows down a crack because it was so lovely outside. I have since discovered that in Kentucky, leaving your car windows crack is an invitation and guarantee that something will go wrong and you will be screwed. Once I left the windows down and a giant nasty cockroach found its home in my dashboard. I tried to get it to leave with my ice scraper. A random boy had to save me from it. Also, one time a bird flew through my driver's window and out my passenger window. I was driving though, but still. Come on.
I was sitting in my living room eating lunch when I heard the first thunder. I hadn't realized it had been raining and my first instinct was to try and roll my windows up and salvage whatever was left of my miserable, wet dog interior. I grabbed my car keys and ran out into the rain. It was POURING. I am not exaggerating when I say it was a torrential sea of rain. I have never seen anything like it. I was wearing a dress and no shoes when i shut the door of my apartment to roll the car windows up. I ran across the street and secured the windows when it began to hail.
I think it has hailed once in California but it was nowhere near like this. It felt like Satan was playing golf with some frozen ice balls (which is funny because the ice would melt before they could make it to Satan!) and every single ice ball was hitting my body. I was being assaulted by mother nature. It was painful and humiliating. My shoulders and my back got the worst of it by far. I had little bruises on my back from the hailballs. It was hail. (haha, pun)
As I ran back to seek shelter in my apartment I realized my apartment keys and my phone were locked inside my empty apartment. Crisis mode initialized. I have my car keys but I am too soaked to get in my car. So I did the next logical thing, begin to cry as I run, shoeless and soaked, to the office of my apartment complex.
They issued me their master key with instructions to bring it right back. Okay, no big deal, I thought. I needed a shower anyway, right? I ran back to my apartment as the hail was beginning to subside. the rain was not. The key was wet and therefore unable to be read in my apartment door. Of course, not an inch of me or anything outside was dry to wipe it off on. Typical. So I did the next logical thing.
I sat on my porch, in the rain and hail, and cried.