Morse Forensic Weather & Hail Impact Report

Look, I’ve been roofing out here for over twenty years, and I can tell you Morse doesn’t get lucky when it comes to spring storms. We sit right in that no-man's land where the dry line from the west slams into the humid Gulf air rolling up from the coast. That collision doesn’t just brew up a little rain—it stacks the atmosphere like a powder keg, and when it blows, we get those supercell monsters that drop hail the size of golf balls or bigger. The geography doesn’t help either; we’re on flat, open ranch land with nothing to break up the wind, so a 70-mile-an-hour gust can scream across the fields and hit your roofline square on, lifting shingles like they’re nothing more than playing cards.

And it’s not just one bad day in April—it’s a whole season of it. From late March through June, we’ll see wave after wave of these systems roll through, often in the late afternoon or evening when the heat’s been building all day. I’ve seen homes that survived a decade of sun and heat get shredded in fifteen minutes because the hail came in at an angle with that straight-line wind behind it. The granules get knocked off your shingles, and then the sun bakes the exposed mat, and before you know it, you’ve got cracks and leaks you can’t even see from the ground. It’s not a matter of *if* you’ll take a hit out here—it’s a matter of *when*, and I’d rather you hear it from me now than after the adjuster’s already been out.