Yes, I am still alive.
We had deadly tornadoes in my area a few days ago. I felt like a sitting duck. We have no basement, no place safe to go.
Then again with a monster tornado is there really any safe place?
The tornado sirens were wailing, the clouds were scary, and we couldn’t do anything but wait. I made a tent in the hallway for the girls with a mattress and a thick comforter. They sat in it with their Bitty Babies and their bicycle helmets on. I stuffed important things in my purse along with a big mag light and put it all in the tent. We all had our shoes on too, just in case.
I was so unnerved that I didn’t even snap a picture of the girls looking cute in their mattress tent. You know how often I take pictures, so that’s saying something!
I watched the clouds out of the bedroom window. The satellite was out and then the internet went out. I couldn’t see or hear the weather info anymore. I could only hear the tornado sirens making their eerie wail in the distance through the open window.
Tyler was at work so I was all alone. Sometimes I don’t like being the sole responsible adult.
The clouds swirled, gray and green, moving fast to the east.
After what seemed like forever the tornado sirens stopped. The internet news broadcast started working again, and I was able to see that the warnings had moved east of here. We were safe. I was so relieved!
The people east of here weren’t so lucky, however. While I was sitting on my bed feeling relief they were experiencing the worst moments of their lives. The tornado clouds skipped over my town but touched down to the east, creating mass destruction. People died. Several towns were obliterated.
I feel terrible because I’m so thankful it wasn’t me. So thankful it wasn’t my house. It was a matter of 30-45 minutes, for some reason the tornado decided to descend upon them and not me. .
After the storms passed we went outside to check for a rainbow. There wasn’t one.