Dead silent it was, walking out to the car and leaving for work. Driving through a light rain with the knowledge of what was coming hanging heavier than the clouds. Radio playing some pop song from the ’80’s. Nerves wound tight.
Fast food breakfast. Still dark as a cave outside. Hail slamming against the glass windows, wind and rain blowing in the double set of doors. Sounds of crashes. Power jumping a growling roar to silence and back again. Like a war movie bombardment.
Fifteen minutes of pre-dawn hell.
The sun glitters behind powder puff clouds.
Then the warnings to take cover sound… after the storm!
wc: 109, forgive me 9 over, had to put in the last sentence since the sirens could have prevented so many injuries if sounded early. It’s not like they didn’t have a full 24 hours warning the storms were going to be bad. The National Weather Service declared that we were hit by straight line winds – Wind Shear. The damages though, are just as devastating as the five tornadoes that hit not 50 miles north of us in the Ohio valley.
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