It began slowly. Three successive clunks on the roof. Then a few more until soon the pounding noise came in deafening waves that matched the howl of the wind through the trees. Through my window, I watched the ice marbles hit the ground and bounce before settling among the fading red tulips. Memories pressed between the pages of my mind opened and I recalled hailstorms from our growing up years...
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