I collected this bowl of hail, and it soon melted into a bowl of water with a little tree debris in it. It reminded me of one of Grandma Opal's favorite stories she used to tell about me. When I was about five years old, I went out after a storm to gather hail and took it to her house to show her, because I was sure she had never seen hail before. She wasn't home, so I went inside (because that's how it worked...she lived next door and it was like our second home. We never knocked; the door was always unlocked; and we were always welcome) and left her a note. I wrote something like "Here is some hail for you" and drew an arrow to the hail balls that I left on the paper. She said when she got home, she read my note and followed my arrow to a puddle, and it made her laugh. She kept that water-stained note for decades and often brought it out to show people and tell the story. I sure do miss her. She was an excellent grandma and one of my best friends.