South Africa can have some epic hail storms. In the little town I come from, hailstones the size of golf balls were quite common. You could usually tell it was coming, because the stones started out quite small. People would try to get their cars under shelter and their animals inside.
If you didn’t manage to find shelter, your car would end up with smashed windows and deep pits in the metal. One year, the entire one side of town ended up with all their windows smashed (the wind was hard) and the smell of dead birds hung in the air for weeks. Nature is a mighty power. The sound of huge hailstones pounding against corrugated iron has to be heard to be believed.