Rain + Wind = Tornado
Now, that's not the technical formula, but it's pretty close! I've lived in Oklahoma most of my life, and I'm well-versed in tornado precautions. I've been near them, and I've had close friends and family lose everything (including loved ones) because of them. They are nothing to play around with. And when you've lived in Oklahoma as long as me, everyone has their tornado story. I have two--both with happy endings. This is the second one:
On Tuesday, May 24th, I had 10 children in my daycare--four of my own children and six extras. Since we are required to monthly tornado drills anyway, I decided to take them all out to the storm shelter. I knew there was a chance of severe weather later in the day, and I wanted to be prepared. They did a great job, and actually thought it was pretty fun.
As it got later into the afternoon, the forecasters started giving more intense and frequent updates, and parents began coming to pickup children. Slowly, the ten dwindled down to six. As the last dad came for his two boys, my father-in-law and mother-in-law came over prepared to head to the shelter. Memaw came from next door too. It was just minutes after the last child left that Poppy (my father-in-law) told us to head out. Each child had an adult (plus one dog!) and we piled in just about the time our cousin arrived with her three children.
Down into the storm shelter we went. Poppy manned the door, and I was right next to him. (I'm
We locked the door tight and listened.
No hail. No freight train.
Our ears popped and we waited until the wind began to die down, and then we waited just a little more. Poppy peeked out to see if it was safe to come out. The storm was over. As quickly as it had come, it was gone--off to continue its path of destruction. The first sight we saw was another cousin's house: