The day bounces around from sun, to cloud, to rain, to hail, and back to sun. The sight and sound of hail falling on the Lake is magnificent. Depending upon the size of the hailstones, the sound ranges from a loud hiss to a cacophonous clatter.
Hailstones, ranging in size up to a centimetre in diameter, fell among the begonias.
While large raindrops hitting the Lake can cast up a central tower of water (see, raindrop splash), a hailstone seems to merely create craters and toss droplets sideways. It produces a delightful and distinctive din.
Such exquisite eloquence. Even if it elicits execrable examples of extravagant enunciation.
Derek, you have a heartily habile hail.