It's weird, though. I used to get so excited when a storm was on the way, but now that I have a soon-to-be 5-year-old to protect, I get a little panicky. All I used to worry about was grabbing my camera, but now I have to have my "tornado kit," my cell phone, a mattress, numerous blankets and pillows, a battery-operated radio, flashlights, and a television set nearby. When I'm rushing, hands full, to the bathroom, Buddha stares at me as if I'm a mad woman.
Don't get me wrong. I still love storms and I'm still fascinated by tornadoes, I just love my son more.
Once, the loud screeching of the National Weather Service tornado warning rang in my ears, so with ninja speed, I grabbed C, raced to the bathroom, and made him wear his bicycle helmet while I surrounded him with pillows, blankets, mattresses, tissue paper, and whatever else I could find (okay, so maybe not tissue paper). As it turns out, the "dangerous thunderstorm" was actually just a quick gust of wind and splash of rain. True story. After it was over, I felt silly. C loved it though.
Better safe than sorry, right?
Anyway, I was going through some photos and I wanted to share with you a few storm shots that I've taken over the past few years.
|I could be wrong, but I believe this was the beginning of a wall cloud.|
|This was a very ominous cloud. The tornado sirens were set off soon after.|
|These are mammatus clouds that we witnessed before a strong storm in 2011.|
Do you like storms?