Wind roared against the SUV’s windows as its tires sloshed through water dumped onto the road by the downpour. A horizon-wide funnel cloud loomed out the window, several miles away. Then came the loud metallic pings on the roof. First one, then another. Then it was too fast to count and too loud to hear much of anything else.
Hailstones were pelting down, and the car was driving toward them.
“How big are they?” meteorology professor Kelly Lombardo asked from the passenger seat.
“Probably no more than a nickel or dime, but they’re just flowing