Ping Plonk Splat

I was at work today. I work, mostly from home, for a friend whose office is in an old factory. So, the building has that industrial corrugated-tin-and-pipes-and-stuff ceiling thing going on. The building is old, and the roof leaks. So, on rainy days, it’s buckets and tarps everywhere, and there are ceiling tiles missing where the leaks have been particularly persistent.

Today was one of those days where I needed to go in to the office and take care of a few things. And while I was there, I heard this noise.

It was kind of a pinging noise. PING PING PING. Only maybe a little deeper. Sort of a PLONK PLONK PLONK. A little more than a PING, but less than a PLONK. Kind of halfway between a PING and a PLONK, actually. It took me a while to figure out what it was, but I realized after a little listening that it was raining. It was the sound of rain hitting the roof above me. So I figured it must have been pelting down, and wondered how long it would be before we had to start throwing plastic over everything.

But we didn’t. For something that sounded like a pouring rainstorm, there was no water coming in.

Huh, I thought. And went back to doing battle with a printer with a bad attitude.

So I worked for a few hours more, and then went to pick Stinkerbelle up at her sitter’s house. I remarked in passing on the rain, and the sitter said they came in before it began.

Then I began to load Stinkerbelle into the car. And I noticed, as I looked around, that there was this… STUFF… floating down from the sky. WHITE stuff.


It was only a very few flakes falling here and there, but STILL.

So we started for home. And as we began to drive, I noticed it was starting to rain. Only not really. It was like rain, only it was snow. It was that half-snow, half-rain stuff. It was SNAIN.

I could cope with snain.

Only, as we drove along, I noticed it was really LOUD. It was REALLY loud, for snow. Sort of like the sound of the rain on the HEY WAIT A MINUTE! It suddenly dawned on me that the sound I heard in the office wasn’t rain… and there was no water leaking because… IT WAS SNOW.

Bastard snow!

But this was BIGGER than snow. It was all over the road like ice pellets. Or hail. But when you watched it hit the car, it didn’t hit and bounce like ice, it went all SPLAT. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT.

And it was BIG. It was like someone was heaving little snowballs at us. SPLAT SPLAT. I looked up into the sky and could watch these big wet snowball thingies come down and SPLAT on my windshield and the hood.


Hmph, I thought. Bastard giant snow.

From the backseat, That Girl piped up. “WOW. That’s not rain.”

“Nope,” I said.

She sighed. “WOW. WEIRD.”

And then, just like that, within a matter of a few hundred metres down the road, it was dry. And sunny.

“Yep,” I agreed. “It’s just weird.”


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