Hailed

It hailed. Hard.

Refuge was in a Gloria Jeans at a warm and toasty Borders Outlet while hail rained down from the heavens. Everything was wet. The roof was leaking and stores had to be closed to deal with the water being everywhere. Phone connections were terrible and transport systems had to be stopped while tram tracks were repaired.

It was a day to remember.

Coincidentally, it is also the Moomba Water Festival this weekend. And we journeyed our way down to the riverside only to be greeted by a slew of green leaves meshed on the ground. Only the 6th day of autumn and they barely had a chance to brown.

It was sure odd to see green leaves on the ground.

But the smell of broken fresh branches and leaves were amazing.