The irony of it all is that I lived in fear of tornadoes during the two years I lived in Amarillo, Texas. Every thunderstorm, every weird weather pattern, every time the sky looked peculiar, I’d think, “Here it comes.” And then not two months after moving back to east Tennessee we’re slammed with a slew of scary storms. While we are fine – with power and no damage to the house – thousands in our immediate area and within a few hundred miles radius were hit.
This particular story is so very sad and reflects one of my biggest fears.
At one point last night I did get scared enough to pull the boys out of bed, grab Salem and my external hard drive, and hunker down in the basement. We still had power at the time, so we just watched the news coverage as a huge hail storm with rotating winds came our way. It passed in about 20 minutes and then all went calm. All area schools are out today as a result of massive debris, flooding and damage to area structures.
Chattanooga and North Georgia, where we have so many friends and pseudo-family, was hit hard. This beautiful spring has been effectively counterbalanced by the ugliest side of Mother Nature. This video from Tuscaloosa is terrifying. (Pardon the poor language in the comments.)
Today the boys and I will drive to the airport where Chuck’s car is parked to see if it’s been damaged by hail. Here’s hoping that’s a no.