Then, ice pellets began to fall, flaying her back and shoulders.

A hint of what the weather held in store came as a few ice pellets smacked her face.

"Rain in the form of very small ice pellets," Manfred answered.

Her eyes went to the window, where fine ice pellets bounced intermittently against the glass.

Sometimes, ice pellets bounce when they hit the ground.

The wind outside was filled with ice pellets blowing from the north.

Were ice pellets truly trying to break our windows?

Scattered ice pellets began to rattle against the stones of the tower.

The winds subsided, and the ice pellets became less frequent.

The day began with the clatter of ice pellets against the windows.