Yesterday was the day I realized that in 43 years I've never actually seen a hail stone. I've heard of them, new how they formed and have seen some pretty good-sized icy sleet (which I assumed was like hail). New England is known for its variety of seasonal weather, but we never really experience any good (in the scientifically interesting way) weather phenomena.
Sure, we get the occasional over-hyped hurricane, but in my lifetime those of us along the coast just move inland for a day or so and watch the wind and rain blow branches down. The blizzard of '78 was pretty impressive, but I was too young to really appreciate that one. It just meant a week out of school.
Today Graham came to a school up in Seekonk, MA to help me remove some of our animals from a classroom for the summer and it started to downpour. They let me back the car right up to the door and as I got out I began being pelted with ice balls. The Boy grabbed his iPhone and took some shots as we all took cover in the foyer. As always, click the images to embiggen.

It only lasted around twenty minutes, but after a few minutes I went out to grab a handful to check them out more closely. Below is just from scooping up a small pile of stones that were blown against the building.

Some of those big ones kind of stung a bit. It seemed very localized since they were no longer seen by the side of the road just a quarter mile away when we left. Here are some melting by my tire after it was all over.

How hail is formed.