I made my feelings about tornadoes pretty clear in my post The Fear of Twisters. Yeah, not a fan
Imagine my surprise when the wind woke me up last night. No, not a tornado siren, it was all wind.
Was it a twister? It felt like it , but probably not.
I was sound asleep when it all came down. At 11:44pm, the wind hit my house and started shaking it. Yes, I looked at the clock as I tried to untangle myself from my covers and grab my daughter at the same time.
Just as I snapped awake, my husband rushed into the room and shouted, “Get to the basement. NOW!”
Um, yeah. Got that when I thought I was going to become Dorothy and scoot on over to Oz. But that wasn’t the time for sarcasm.
After we were safely cowering in our basement, my hubby told me what had happened before the wind tried to carry me off.
He had stayed up to watch the radar online, on his phone, and on TV as the warnings grew closer. About ten minutes before the storm hit, the sirens in our little town hit their high note. For about twenty seconds. Then they wound down. So, no need to worry, right?
Until the house started doing the Funky Chicken.
We were lucky. There wasn’t any damage to our house or our cars. People down the street weren’t so fortunate. Plenty of houses had siding torn off, trees uprooted, and more substantial damages. Other towns in the area didn’t fare so well either as tornadoes and high winds ripped down signs, dropped trees on cars, and even shut down a highway by knocking some powerlines across it.
It’s too bad that the science in the movie Twister hasn’t caught up with reality yet. Good old Hollywood magic. Maybe I would’ve been in the basement long before the storm attacked had the sirens continued. Maybe I would’ve felt a teensy bit safer instead of racing down the steps with a two-year old asleep in my arms.
I just hope my luck holds up for next time.