I don’t understand how people live in tornado country and remain happy about it. I understand that danger lurks everywhere, but to just accept that at least two seasons a year Mother Nature stirs up weather violent enough that it can spawn whirling dervishes of terror upon the earth seems crazy to me. Then there’s the fact that it’s also hot as hell here in the summer, humid most of the year, and prone to ice-storms but not snow in the winter? I honestly can’t understand how people from here are able to talk about this place with deep fondness and a twinkle in their eye… I mean, they seem just absolutely off their meds!
See, we’re living in an area that can go tornado at any moment, but you know what? It’s temporary and I don’t have to like it.
Last night there was a tornado watch from midnight to 7 am. I awoke several times to the sound of cannon fire breaching the heavens, torrential rain, and wind-whipped branches. At one point I woke up to an absolute strobe-filled window as lightening apparently had an orgasm in the sky.
I do not like this.
I do not enjoy the kind of anxiety that comes from having to pack an emergency kit before bedtime.
Here’s to hoping that the number of tornado watches/warnings from here on out during our temporary time on the plains are few and far between… and here’s double-hoping that none of them actually ever result in an actual tornado.