I couldn’t sleep last night, thinking of the fury of all those tornados in the Southeast–most particularly my home state and the only city I consider a hometown, my beloved Tuscaloosa. The pictures and videos are numbing. We have family members still without power, but everyone is okay. Still hoping to get responses from friends in the areas impacted.
Clearly that was on my mind when I did today’s poem.
My thoughts & prayers are with you & your loved ones
Thank you very much.
Glad everyone is okay!
Me, too. So scary. My sister-in-law lost one of her best friends in the horrible Nov 89 tornado in Huntsville, AL. My father’s small Alabama hometown was decimated in 1974 as part of the tornado “Super Outbreak” that also caused such devastation in Xenia, Ohio.
They are such deadly and destructive weather events.
I thought of you when I heard where they touched down; I didn’t realize you still had family in that area. I hope they get their power back soon. That one video from Tuscaloosa looked almost like a movie special effect – I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.
It was horrifying. I can’t imagine being one of the people who taped it. I spent many tornado events in Tuscaloosa moving to the lower floors of my dorm (I was on the eleventh floor) or huddled in interior rooms of our rental houses.
One time I was alone and went next door, where an elderly woman watched her two grandkids in the afternoon. It happened to be the semester I took a class in which I learned the science of tornados. We all sat in the bathroom together as I taught the kids what I’d been learning. I was glad of the company and the distraction; I think that’s probably the most scared I ever was during a tornado. The sky was a terrifying shade of green, and when the wind and rain roared through, I honestly thought that funnel was coming for us.
Now that I’ve heard the noise of a hurricane coming through, I can say I’m not a fan of either of those weather events.