On Monday night, we had just eaten dinner, and were watching TV when I glanced outside, and noticed this sky:
I ordered Max and Mason into the closet. And, of course, being the tragedy vulture that I am (and have always been), I didn’t bother turning on the TV. I stepped outside to see if I could see any rotation with my own eyes. I didn’t see anything out back. Richard walked out front with me and there, right above our house, the system was rotating. There was a clear gap in the clouds and it was slowly turning. Richard ran back inside to secure the boys and I called Frank, who was in his room.
Frank and I watched the rotation slowly move south, away from our house, so I was no longer afraid (it never touched down). It was heading for Sarasota Bay, and then the open gulf. And, that’s when Hell’s fury opened up. Most storms start with a sprinkle. This one started like a bucket of water being thrown sideways! BOOM!!! We were protected from the worst of the wind, blowing south, because we were standing on the covered porch. The trees were whipping like I’d never seen them before (we’ve had two tropical storms pass by here in the past three years). The torrent of water was flying sideways and we could barely see the houses across the street at times. A lawn chair fell, reminding me we hadn’t had time to secure anything. Leaves and palm branches were flying through the air. The power almost instantly went out (lines split in half down the street).
IT WAS AWESOME!!! After the rain slowed a bit, we had the most incredible lightning show! And then, we had a rainbow!
After the storm, Frank drove out to the beach, and took this awesome photo:
What an exciting evening! Nobody got hurt, there was no major damage anywhere, and I got to enjoy watching the power of God with our son, Frank. It was an adventure I’ll never forget! It reminded me of that day last year when we saw two waterspouts in the Florida Keys. In case you missed it, you can see pictures HERE.
This week’s Masonism:
The other night, Mason was rubbing his hair. I thought maybe he had a headache so I asked, “What’s wrong, honey?”
He replied, “Nothing. I’m just petting myself.”
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