Christine Forensic Weather & Hail Impact Report

Look, I’ve been roofing here for over fifteen years, and I can tell you straight up—Christine gets hammered in a way that surprises folks who just moved down from up north. We sit right in that corridor where the warm, moist air from the Gulf collides with the cooler fronts sweeping down from the Panhandle. That mix is a recipe for supercell thunderstorms, and when those things roll through, they don’t just bring rain. We’re talking about hail the size of golf balls, sometimes bigger, coming down at a steep angle because of the wind shear. And since our homes are mostly single-story with wide, low-pitched roofs, that hail hits the shingles almost flat, bruising them and knocking the granules clean off. You might not see the damage from the ground, but trust me, that roof is taking a beating every single time.

The timing is the real kicker, too. Our severe weather season isn’t just one month—it stretches from late March all the way through June, and then we get a second nasty round in the fall when the humidity spikes again. I’ve seen storms pop up out of nowhere on a Tuesday afternoon, drop an inch of hail in fifteen minutes, and then the wind comes howling in from the southeast at sixty, seventy miles an hour. That wind gets under the edges of your shingles, especially if they’re a few years old and the sealant has baked out in that brutal Texas sun. Once that seal is gone, it’s like a sail—the wind peels them right back, and then the next rainstorm is just pouring water straight into your decking. It’s not a matter of *if* you’ll need a roof replacement here, it’s a matter of *when*, and I’d rather you hear it from me now than from your insurance adjuster after the next big one.