Not long ago I indulged in a fit of whining about our crummy spring weather and how depressed it made me. Well in my defense I'd been cold for about four or five months and that really erodes my ability to be stoic about almost anything. However, after the truly ghastly storms that raged through the south the past few days I'm feeling pretty chagrined about all my boo-hooing about our bad weather. So far we haven't had so much as a lively thunderstorm. In an odd fit of nostalgia my daughter even downloaded a thunderstorm on her phone because we haven't had one recently. I thought that was a bit of an over-reaction but didn't say anything.
I feel dreadfully sorry for all the people effected by the tornadoes this past weekend. I know all too well the terrible primitive fear that overcomes you when the sky turns black and you know something awful is about to happen and you're powerless to stop it or do anything more than cower in a dark place and hope you're still there when the sun comes out again.
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