We've been having smashing weather lately: crackling flashing blow-down stuff. You can even smell it. Really. The fresh metallic/electric scent is ozone, I gather.
Hail last week: those white ice balls on the floor of my little porch/landing, luckily not big enough to hurt the geraniums. That's a patchouli plant, also from Sister, in the green pot. It smells like the Sixties.