I love storms.  Nothing beats a good rainstorm…as long as everyone you love is safe and sound and not on the road rushing to see your championship game or dance performance (I watch too many movies).  But when you’re stuck in a foreign country and don’t have to worry about driving, a good storm is A.MAZING.  Example–typhoon day in Taiwan.  Wow.

So anyway, they say Melbourne has some of the craziest weather patterns–4 seasons in one day.  I never really believed that before one fateful Saturday.

The day started with summer–nice and sunny and warm.

Then the clouds came in, bringing in a crisp fall, with a little rain.  The roads became rivers, coming up to car windows.  It shut down public transport all across the city, and created endless entertainment as a convenient waterpark.

Then winter, with hail the size of golf balls, that piled up and became a nice icy slush.  The hail smashed holes in car windows and really hurt as it came pelleting towards your head.

Then enter spring–the clouds parted, the sun came back out slowly and the day ended much like it began.