Warm day, humid, sticky. Lots of bugs. You get out of your air conditioned car and your glasses fog over. Being from the dry west, you are surprised by the amount you are sweating. The cold drink in your hand is dripping condensation, you wrap it in napkins to stop it from making a mess. You feel like you could use a shower.

Then you notice that the air has gone a bit still. Things have gone kind of calm. You look to the west and see a huge, 30,000 foot cloud drifting in your direction. The top is dazzling white. The bottom looks like a two day old bruise-- purple, gray, green around the edges. Come to think of it, you notice everything is starting to look a bit green tinged. "Hmmm, weird" you think. You go back to what you were doing.

Then a breeze kicks up. It is cool. You briefly think that it feels good. Then the breeze turns into a crazy wind. Debris is kicked up. You look up to see the bottom of that cloud is near and everything in its path takes the look of a hound dog with it's head out of the car window on the freeway. Then a few rain drops hit. Then rain begin to fall in earnest. Suddenly the rain is... bouncing? "Rain doesn't bounce" you think. Then you realize that it is hail. And it is getting worse. Now you remember seeing Tornado Shelter signs near by. "Oh boy".

Then the wind dies down a bit, the hail stops and you are hopeful the worst of it has missed you. That is when the waterfall hits. This is not rain. Rain has drops. This rain is like having a bucket dumped on you.
The rain ends as quickly as it began. You think to yourself, "I don't think I want to go back to Jackson County."