©Jeanne E. Webster
What an exciting afternoon and evening we had yesterday! If you call tornadoes, high wind, hail, and torrential rain exciting. Whoever is clicking the storm button for more rain can stop anytime. At the least, the TV weather people finally presented a correct forecast: wicked storms on the way; head for your nearest shelters!
I’ve been around a long time and have never witnessed such demonic weather systems befalling us. Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunder storms, hail, lightning, driving rain are all common denominators. They nip a few towns, flatten some barns, flood some streets, and knock out the power to several cities. However, the latest events this year have a sense of outright brutal slaughter on their agenda. The new tallies have obliterated previous stats with astounding numbers. Winds are raging at incredible speeds, lightning strikes are firing like machine guns, tornadoes are spawning like popcorn in a hot barrel, and rain has gone viral.
“What’s up, doc?!”
Who knows. Philosophies abound, from religious “doomsayers” to “save the tree-ers.” Maybe it’s a bit of this and a bit of that? Needless to say, I headed for the hills during the powerful climax of last night’s melee. To be exact, I had prepared a safe place in my bathroom tub and went for it, along with my two spaniels. My husband preferred to view the destruction from our front porch, I later found out. Everyone has his or her times of gallantry, I guess. This was his. I checked him over and he’s ok. None the worse for wear.
The weather patterns have truly changed and we all have received the wake-up call. Next time you must face a weather crisis, run for the hills…or bathrooms, tubs, basements, closets, nearby ditches, or crawl spaces. These “guys” are playing for blood…ours.