No, not really. But it's pretty cool:

So I'm outside, smoking a cigarette, watching these tiny pieces of frozen water falling from the sky. The way it falls it qualfies as snow. There's a centimeter accumulation on artificial surfaces; it's not sticking to the ground or even clinging to the trees. But something's amiss. To the south of me, by a couple of miles at least, are some reasonable clouds, but directly overhead there's nothing definite, mere hints of condensation in the morning-colored sky.

I wonder how that settled with prehistoric humanity.

They couldn't explain it so decided to invent God.

Don't really know for there's no written documents of such stuff from eons ago.

It is snow
death shroud of a dying god
his last breath will freeze into a mountain
a castle will built atop of it, a castle of a great knight
who shall ride through the mountain one day
into the realm of many coloured fogs
where he shall become a god himself

Last summer, there was this one day when it was partly cloudy, as they say. The clouds that were there were heavy, but they were scattered in patches and there was plenty of blue sky. There was also a strong wind.
I was walking to the beach that day when suddenly, rain started falling. When I looked up I saw gem-blue colour and sun shone in my eye, but there was rain! It was the most strange sensation I ever had.

I wonder how that settled with prehistoric humanity.

It'd be easier for early humans to explain it than we latter day humans. Why? Because we know where hail comes from. They didn't. It should come as no great surprise to them that hail should fall from a clear sky. Why not? Just as likely as from a cloudy sky.

It's possible that they'd be more in tune with air pressure than we. And thus the clouds would only be an extra bit of information in something deeper going on.

Anyway, you call that hail?
Ha!
Pea sized hail and the whole Puget Sound goes into paroxyisms of stunned apoplexy.
Try baseball-sized hail, my friend.
Better hope your car's in the garage.

I'd say one of the freakiest weather occurrences I've ever experienced (other than tornados) was in Phoenix, Arizona. Hot. HOt. HOT. It started raining and it took a moment for the ground to get wet. The rain would vanish several inches above the ground. Evaporated into a mist.
Freaky shit.

I also love the rain edge. Where you can see a sharp demarcation of rain here, no rain there.

Rain without clouds is blase. I've seen that too many times to be shocked by it.