On Thursday when we went to bed the evening was still pleasant, if not miserably hot. And then came this to interrupt my mom's game of Words with Friends. Good thing she happened to be playing a game.
I was carted downstairs because the last place you want to be is upstairs during a tornado. I briefly woke up to ask what was going on. By then, the storm was fierce and loud and the winds were 80mph. All I knew was maybe a tornado. After an hour+ of being half awake but mostly asleep, the winds suddenly stopped but it was so eerie that it was impossible to know if the storm really had passed or if something worse was brewing.
The next morning was beautiful and sunny. I was heartbroken to see that my grove of massive oak trees was mostly destroyed. The saddest part was seeing the tree with the crushed bird nest in it. In recent days, I have realized just how much shade those trees provided in the afternoon and they will really be missed this summer.
We also lost part of our roof. Again. I had the honor of collecting the roof tiles that scattered across our yard.
Our neighborhood suffered a lot of damage. A shed was blown into the middle of the road. (What?) Many yards lost fences. So many beautiful trees are torn apart.
My assessment: tornadoes are way too scary but interesting.
(And ours wasn't even a real tornado. Close enough though.)
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