All day long at work, people would come through the door looking like they'd been swimming and say, "Good Lord, it's muggy out there." The forecast was for rain and heat in the eighties, but the storms held off. It just kept getting more and more humid as the thermometer climbed.
When I left work at 10 pm, it was still warm and humid, but there was a breeze. It was almost comfortable, and climbing into my car I thought that maybe the storms were going to pass us by after all. It's been wild, weather wise, the last few weeks, and it was nice to think that maybe we'd gotten a Get Out of Jail Free card on this one.
An hour later, I'm sitting in my living room as the sky lights up on all sides with lightning. I have big, old house windows and it looks like someone has a spot light set up outside of each of them and is randomly flipping them on and off. The thunder is rumbling enough to worry the dogs and the heat just continues to climb. I refuse to turn on my air conditioner since I'm still paying off my $700 heating bill, so I'm a little on the clammy side. And in the last few minutes, the rain has started pounding down.
My memory is probably off, but I don't remember this many nighttime storms until the last year or so. It could be crazy weather during the day, but at night it was usually calm. When you laid down your little head to sleep, you could feel confident that you wouldn't be waking up to the sound of tornado sirens in the middle of the night. But we've had some whoppers come through while we were sleeping lately, and it vaguely unnerves me.
The news doesn't help. I've just finished reading the on-line news about the tornadoes in Minnesota and Iowa. Just finished reading that the tornado fatality rate this year is the highest in something like ten years and we're not even halfway through the season. Just finished reading that our county is under a tornado watch until 4 am.
It's not just tornadoes, either. We actually had a lightning fatality here this week. Flooding has been an ongoing problem. And the wind here can be something else. I have the leaky roof to prove it.
The weather feels wild somehow, in a way I can't really put my finger on. When we moved here I was so thrilled at the thought of not waking up in the middle of the night to my house gyrating that I underestimated the power of a good old midwestern storm. I always said I'd take a tornado any day, because the last time I checked, the National Weather Service doesn't issue Earthquake Warnings or seismic doppler radar. No one warns you to take cover in an earthquake, you just run like mad for a doorway as your plants fly through the air and you wonder if this will be the one that finally brings your house down around your ears.
I'll still take a tornado over an earthquake. I'd just like to do it when it's light outside.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM