Dark and Stormy Night

I’m Just a Little Black Wall Cloud, Pay No Attention to Me.

The wind began to switch, the house to pitch, and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch. Just then the witch, to satisfy an itch went flying on her broomstick thumbing for a hitch. Well not really… The heat island effect, saints preserve us, came to our rescue once again. Earlier a line of thunderstorms, all outlined with an overlapping line of red tornado boxes was steaming up I-44 from the southwest, headed towards town. When they got close enough the sirens began to wail. Now close enough for that is still the next county, some thirty miles away. So, no need to run to the basement just yet, but the storm’s march was inextricable and at a velocity of 50 MPH, it was only a matter of time before it hit. A little while later we did retreat to the safety of the basement, where we continued to watch the wild and wacky weather TV coverage on my iPhone. The worst of the storm began to veer to the north and when it passed, we went back upstairs. Across the river in Illinois the storm exploded, as it usually does and knelt upon an Amazon warehouse, where people were killed, when the building collapsed upon them. I’m expecting an Amazon delivery today, I wonder if it will arrive? Such is life and death at our little house on the edge of the prairie. 

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