As Bob set off on his bike to golf, the sun break lured him out without some of his special gear. I mailed his taxes as the dark clouds rolled back in. Soon, my walking and chanting practice required double hoods up to protect me from the hail.
Bob returned a bit earlier than usual. He got caught in the hail on his way back. We warmed up together with our three scaredy-cat, after the thunder, lightning and hail stopped.
 Are you a scaredy-cat in a thunderstorm? Or are you willing to subject yourself to their clearing nature? Ki to Happiness says Hail Yes, once bundled up.