Okay, first thing I want to say is I am not scared of storms. I think they are really amazing. The air is almost electric right before, which is super cool. The air lights up, the thunder sounds like a hardcore party, only better smelling (after the rain). It's just awesome, love storms.
A few weeks ago I got caught in a really bad storm (it was totally a tornado but since a twister never touched down I can't call it that). I was at a lovely bridal shower when the tornado alarm went off. My mom told me to drive home, quickly, before the storm hit so I could put our baby turkeys inside. I immediately went outside (being the obedient daughter that I am *cough*) and got in my car. Walking from the hall to my car I was seriously steaming, it was like a bazillion degrees without being sunny. It was the weirdest feeling ever. I was half way home driving on a country road when I looked at the sky above me. It was aqua/dark greenish. My Dad always tells us that if we see a green sky it means a tornado is about to hit. I always thought it was supposed to be like lime green but w/e, it was green.
Then my mom calls, she left a few minutes after me, and I tell her to turn around because the storm is getting worse. I was a little frantic maybe cause the sky looked really menacing. Then it start pouring sheets of water. I couldn't see anything with my windshield on full blast so I pull into the first driveway I see. I tried to open my door but there was huge gusts of wind and I didn't want to stand at these people's door waiting for them to let me in. So like any smart, worried girl I call my dad, there was a horrible connection so I didn't really talk to him but he seemed kinda worried about my mom. After losing signal with him I called my brother, the 2nd option in any emergency. After whimpering (not crying!) about my situation for a little bit, he tells me I should try to drive home. I told him him in the nicest possible way that's he's insane and I'm not driving anywhere. I really don't think he understood my situation at all. Thankfully right after I hung up with him the person that lived in the house pulled in behind me and started running for the house. I kicked open my door and followed her it. It was a little awkward because I basically ran into her house but she was very understanding and said I did the right thing.
So for the next 15 minutes I shivered in these random peoples basement (I got soaked when I ran from my car to the house). Finally it was over and the Dad of the family got home and said there were lots of power lines down. He followed me home and I was very thankful. My mom and 2 sisters got home at the same time and they had down the same thing as me. Great minds think alike.
Lessons Learned: Don't mess with Really Bad Storms (read, tornado), and my Mom should have listened to me about turning around. Also, brothers really aren't that much help when you're scared but at least they answer their phones and try to give helpful suggestions.
Anyone have some fun storm adventures? Share it!
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