Sunday night, (before the boots came in), gave us a bit of local excitement!
There had been thunderstorms heading our way for several hours and we had been warned by the weather forecast that they could get violent.
We learned alot that day. When you see a storm system on the radar, if there is a distinct “V” notch that changes color quickly from mild to severe in the storm pattern, that is the risk area for a tornado developing. The storm definitely had one and it was heading towards us.
We were glued to the TV and the weather radio all evening. We had our shoes on, our most important things gathered in a bag, and were ready to make a run for their outside cellar if the warning was given for our area. We listened for a long time as the weatherman told each city in its path to “GET IN YOUR SHELTER IMMEDIATELY!” Then Matt and Heather- pros at this whole thing- saw the angle the storm was taking and told us not to worry- it was going to go just south and east of us. I wasn’t terribly convinced when the rain started dumping, the thunder rolling, and the hail pounding. But they were right. But it was too close for my comfort! We never did have a tornado touch down in our area, but there was one up north, and the risk was there at any moment.
Meanwhile, Matthew had great fun telling us all the details about a huge tornado that had destroyed Stockton a few years ago. Buildings gone, trees gone, tractors mangled, bizarre things stuck into things you would never imagine, and all kinds of crazy stories!
We stayed relatively calm through the whole scare- considering it was my first ever tornado threat and Richard’s first as an adult. After about 11pm, we finally were convinced by Matthew that, despite there still being thunderstorms in the area, that the risk of a tornado was gone. It was supposedly safe to go to bed, but admittedly, it did take a little while to go to sleep!