It was one of those conversations that you have in bed at 5:30 in the morning with your spouse. You know the type of chat…after his weather station had sounded the alarm because the temperature had dropped to 38 degrees…after the 45 pound dog had jumped into bed with you because there was thunder and lightening…after the precipitation hitting the window sounded like gunshot pellets. There was nothing to do but get up and take a look. And then come back and discuss…is it hail? sleet? freezing rain? Well, it sure ain’t snow.
The cold light of day has made me decide that it was a mix of sleet and hail. It was too uniform to be just hail. No coating of everything so not freezing rain. But Topper Shutt would know for sure. So would Doug Hill. We miss our Washington DC weather men.
