I like a good thunderstorm…I think it’s because they were rare where I grew up and never rarely posed a threat (I can only recall about 3 times it hailed during the 22 years I lived in Ventura. Plus my mom really enjoyed them, so as a child seeing her excited probably passed along to me (although this theory did not carry over to my sister).
So, now that I live in an area that is prone to regularly occurring thunderstorms I get excited. I even drove through a monster of a storm last summer (a storm that would have been wise to pull over during had there been a place to pull over) – talk about an adrenaline rush! But out here, thunderstorms can produce not only strong winds and damaging hail but also *gasp* tornadoes! Although, thankfully, no tornadoes have touched down near where I live we have been subjected to a couple of tornado watches and warnings (neither of which I relish).
Last night was no different. Lots of storms in the area, thanks to the remnants of Tropical Storm Edouard, and all we got at our house was rain and some thunder in the distance…then came the tornado warning. However, before the rain started to fall, I had gone out front to enjoy the smell of it on the air (who doesn’t like the smell of rain?). As I watched the clouds move in over our neighborhood I caught sight of the anemometer we have on our roof and noticed it could not choose one direction from which the wind was blowing. I called Noah out front to take a look and he also noticed the clouds in front of our house were swirling. Now that was freaky! The clouds were forming a tight screw-like swirl right before our eyes. I asked Noah if they looked green to him, he said no, so we didn’t worry to much and went back inside. It wasn’t much longer after that I got a message on my phone about a tornado warning for our county, but cities north of ours.
Since the warning did not specifically include our city, the sirens near our house never went off and we were able to sit back and enjoy the sound of the well-needed rain hitting the roof and the breeze blowing my windchime. If the sirens did sound you can bet that one of us would have grabbed Lava and the three of us would be huddled in the crawl space under our house (we don’t have a full basement because we are close enough to the foothills that tornadoes actually touching down here are extremely rare). So, if my house is ever hit by a tornado (knock on wood) be sure to look for us there.