It came as a huge surprise, even though we had been alerted by Environment Canada of the possibility of a thunder storm occurring during the evening hours. Still, we hardly anticipated its arrival. The table was set for dinner, we were about to begin our salads, when a low rumble actually seemed to shake the very foundations of our house.

Once it was finished announcing its presence, more earthquake-like than weather-related (we are familiar in the Ottawa Valley with earthquake actions, having experienced more than our share of them through the years, all of a mild-to-moderate activity), another series of rumbles (undoubtedly ominous to some, exciting to us) resounded through the atmosphere.

And, following that, the tinkle of glass hitting glass, and we looked out the patio doors, then rushed to the front door, to watch as hail tumbled down from the unruly skies.

Well sheltered from the elements, it is without a single doubt, the most enjoyable of experiences to witness yet another of nature's tantrums, as our climate sits on the transition phase from winter to spring. The two seasons tend to battle it out, cursing one another for intemperance, each struggling to attain the position of power, establishing a semi-permanent presence in an endless game of musical chairs.