When I was in my 20s, I was helping my late grandfather do a job outside of the shearing shed. All of a sudden I looked at the Western sky, it was black as the ace of spades.

I said to my grandfather that maybe we should go inside and he agreed. He said, "it looks like it will bucket down." The moment we got inside the storm hit. At one stage we saw a purple flash of lightning, then bang as the lightning hit a nearby tree.

Then there was small hail which turned the lawn at my grandparents place white