Tuesday morning I awoke to the sound of sirens around 8:45 in the morning. I propped myself up in bed and glanced out the window but with the sun shining through the fluffy clouds, it didn’t look like anything of concern. I laid back down and was startled soon after by Cory’s alarm’s obnoxious beeping. I got up, checked the weather and saw we were under a severe thunderstorm warning. No reason to go into the basement. However, no longer than 5 minutes later Cory and I were racing into Alea’s room to wake her up and flying downstairs to seek shelter from the worse-than-expected storm. The wind was howling like I had never heard before. Our house was creaking. Rain was beating against our window, looking for an escape from unbelievable winds.
We made it through the storm quite well. Just a couple big branches down, a board missing from our fence, but the damage done to the homes of others in our neighborhood was quite worse. Trees uprooted. A trampoline hurled over a fence into the neighboring yard. Gutters ripped from the roof linings. Entire trees tossed onto roofs like a stray frisbee.
As Alea and I were driving through our neighborhood, our windows rolled down listening to the hum of chainsaws, it was obvious that we surfaced from the storm with barely a scratch.
Photographs above courtesy of Cory
The damage photographed above is from our yard and neighboring yards. It’s nothing compared to what was done one block, two blocks away from our house.