Hail, No
We sat on the deck while the storm approached, darkness, not wind, giving us the warning. Then we heard it in the trees, but their leafy branches did not lift and sway as they do when stirred by the advancing rush of a storm. Suddenly, on the metal porch roof, the unmistakeable sound of hail pounding the sheet tin like marbles. But on the stone walkway below us, no bouncing balls of ice. What we did see was the splatting dark blotches of enormous raindrops--wet circles more than two inches across--raindrops so heavy that in the noise of their falling they mimicked a hailstorm.
"Funny thing" Ann said. "I heard on the news just yesterday that the biggest raindrops ever recorded were seen this week. Maybe these are some of them."