Forreston Forensic Weather & Hail Impact Report

Look, I’ve been replacing roofs out here for over twenty years, and I can tell you Forreston gets hit from a perfect storm of bad luck. We sit right in that open stretch of prairie between Dallas and Fort Worth, so when those spring supercells roll in off the Caprock, there’s nothing to break them up. The wind comes screaming across those flat fields, and it doesn’t just blow straight—it swirls and drops, catching the edges of your shingles like a pry bar. And because we’re in that “hail alley” corridor, we get those big, dense stones—golf ball to baseball size—that slam down at a steep angle. It’s not the little pea gravel you see in other places; these things hit like frozen rocks, and they’ll bruise the matting under your shingles even if you don’t see a single crack from the ground.

The timing is the real kicker. Our worst storms hit in April and May, right when the sun’s been baking your roof all day, making those shingles soft and pliable. A hot, softened shingle takes a direct hit from a two-inch stone and it just craters—the granule loss is brutal, and that’s what leads to premature aging and leaks down the road. Then, in the fall, we get those violent cold fronts that drop the temperature twenty degrees in an hour, and the wind gusts can hit 70 or 80 miles an hour. That sudden contraction makes the shingles brittle, and a strong gust will lift them right off the deck, especially if the nails weren’t driven perfectly. So between the spring hail and the fall wind, your roof here in Forreston takes a beating from both ends of the calendar, and it’s not a matter of *if* you’ll need work—it’s just a matter of how bad it’ll be when it happens.