Not that I would wish a tornado on anybody, but the dire warnings of "SEVERE" and "GOLFBALL-SIZED HAIL" and "60 mph winds" do get the blood racing in my arteries.
Fortunately for us, our farm JOTOLR is mostly protected by the undulating landscape. We have never seen a "real" tornado, despite the rapid-fire warnings coming across the airwaves that always include our county and surrounds. This time there were no corpulant cumulus clouds. It was a front that blew in, fueled by the clash between the visiting 75 degrees and the univited 25 degrees barreling down from the Canadian Arctic. It's that 50-degree gap that gets Mother Nature all stirred.
The "golf-ball" sized hail had me a bit worried. So, I suggested to MM that we park the van under cover. The drumbeat of terror from the Weather People, seemed to intimate that taking cover in the basement would be a good idea, too. We'd be OK, there. Lots of canned good to eat! But that, as far as I was concerned, was carrying things a bit too far.
The movement of the front was apparent.
It crept across the northern sky like a line of greedy little mouths, nibbling our summertime termperatures until they were pared back down to a reasonable level. I saw one flash of lightning. Heard one clap of thunder. That event sent MM to the basement to pull the plug on the pump. Yes, we have a breaker at the house. However, the last pump meltdown occured when we were depending upon the breaker's sensitivity. So, from then on, the equation is THUNDER=3 P's: PULL THE PLUG ON THE PUMP.
But everything quieted down right after supper, and that was it for the "SEVERE" warnings. No tornados. No golf-ball sized hail. A few strong wind gusts followed by a precipitous drop in temperatures, with our tropical weather-guest sent packing.
Still, this morning, except for the afterglow of moonlight, it was a dark and gloomy night....!!