We got a spot of weather here in scenic Broad Ripple yesterday; hail the size of buckshot coming down in gutter-clogging sheets.
Three of my tomato plants have snapped stems and the hostas in the front yard look like they've been peppered with a shotgun.
It was pretty cool to sit under the porch roof and watch, though. If you can't do anything about the weather, you might as well at least enjoy the show.
Of course, what is a minor annoyance to me and my tomato plants can be a disaster for others.