The other day, when I took those photos of peace, I was sitting at a park situated on the grounds of our town’s middle school.
The next day, also known as Wednesday, also known as the first day of school, at 7:40 pm., an F2 tornado hit.
The second day of school was cancelled.
Any one of my friends will tell you that I am a weather freak. I’m always letting them know of watches and warnings going on, I’m always sensitive to the weather that surrounds me. I get it from my Dad and also my Grandma.
Growing up, my Dad used to watch two things on TV, The Cubs and The Weather Channel. ALL OF THE TIME. (okay, and the Bull and the Bears.) When storms were approaching, we were outside watching.
For Christmas a few years ago, my parents got all six of their kids a NOAA Weather Radio. It’s SO LOUD and annoying but makes me feel better. The other night, a few hours before the storms hit, I emailed my friends and said “Tornado Watch until 7:15, be careful!”
I sat with Anna on the couch and watched the sky but the thing about this storm was how calm it was, hardly any thunder, barely any lightning, it did finally rain hard, but then it stopped. She and I were sitting on the couch as I watched the sky turn green, the rain and wind stopped. I got up and looked at the sky and almost grabbed my camera, but I didn’t want to draw attention to the storm as Anna is terrified of them and crawls up my leg and the first sight of a rain drop on the sidewalk.
Anyway, I went upstairs and motioned for Brian that the weather outside was frightful, fortunately, nothing happened. However, as it moved further north, it intensified and within a few miles, a tornado formed.
The tornado sirens never went off. People were literally sitting, watching TV when their roofs were ripped off.
No one was injured, school was cancelled yesterday, but man, you should have seen this community yesterday rockin’ it out and everyone pitching in. Even though the middle school sustained most of the damage, school is in session today.
And I have pictures, of course. The areas hit the hardest were closed off. As we drove around, the sight of uprooted trees, the sound of helicopters flying around the area and the scent of fallen pine trees filled the senses with a sense of uneasiness, but also a reminder of how lucky we were.
This pavilion is where the kids and I had a picnic on Tuesday.