Since my husband’s business is focused on roofing, siding, gutters and windows, the weather is his master…or his mistress, depending upon how you look at it.
The mercurial spring weather can wreak havoc on his scheduled jobs. An unexpected rain is the bane of Rob’s existence. On the flip side, the weather is also his best salesman - generating a flurry of new work in just 10 minutes’ time.
As a result, the joke in our house is that The Weather Channel is my husband’s version of hard core porn. He will watch the weather patterns as they spread across the state with the same salacious, slack-jawed hunger as a 21-year-old boy watching a stripper work the pole. Each morning, Rob will cruise the internet, wolf-whistling when he comes across a particularly voluptuous cloud formation. If rain is foreplay, the money shot is hail.
Any seasoned roofer knows that hail is an assassin. A good hail storm can produce mega damage in micro bursts. Hail brings all the boys to the yard, because they know that where there is hail damage, there is money. After 10 minutes in a good storm, your house will be handing you the phone so you can call your insurance agent….and your roofer.
Yesterday, we were hit with a sudden and intense storm that pelted our house with angry rain. Rob stood with his face pressed to the window, egging on the weather. “Come on, baby! Let’s see some of the good stuff!” Sure enough, within minutes, a ping was heard off the glass of the kitchen windows. Before long, the pinging became as fast and as furious as coins tumbling from the windfall of a slot machine. “Yay!” Eliza cried, dancing at Rob’s heels. “Money!!”
Your roof’s worst enemy.