The suited man on the television is telling me that the temperature outside is 50*. Today’s high will land us somewhere amongst the sixties. It’s January, and I live in the midwest, where last week we were having lows of 16*. This can only mean one thing.
Welcome back Tornado season!
I say that with mixed emotions. My aunt and uncle almost lost their homes last Good Friday from a tornado, they just got to move back in last week. Joplin Missouri is still trying to recover and regroup after all of the lives that were lost last year. (go jump on youtube, there’s some terrifying videos from Joplin and Lambert Airport) We still have trees snapped in half, holes in the ground where trees were uprooted, and siding to repair from where our utility box was ripped off of the wall.
Tornado season used to be fun.
Where I live is among Tornado Alley, a virtual highway for these devastating storms. I’ve grown up with sirens blaring, trees snapping, and amazing views in the sky. (If I can get my old laptop to boot back up, I’ll have to grab some pics for you, I have videos from last year, but my lovely dial-ups won’t let me upload them here)
I’m the kind that stands out in the middle of the storms, camera in hand, mesmerized by the whole thing. It’s hard to walk away.
Things change though, when it’s not just you. When there’s minions, and acres of unknown woods around you… it’s a wee bit intimidating.
But then again there’s just something about that charge that builds in the air, the stillness of the clouds, the green of the sky, the hot and the cold pulling at the tiny hairs of your skin, the quietness of it all, and then, then… the storm.
Here’s hoping, praying for a fun and SAFE storm season.