Caught in the Storm: Post 9

    Walking back from the campus Chick-fil-a this past Saturday, my friends and I began to feel a couple drops of rain hit our arms.  We disregarded them, in no rush to get back home quick, thinking that surely, we wouldn’t get caught in any heavy rain in our 10 minute or so walk back to the house.  This was probably not our smartest decision looking back in hindsight.

    As we continued to leisurely stroll back home, the sky came apart on us.  Massive droplets that hurt on impact began falling and falling fast, the sky roared with gunshot like thunder, and lightning lit the sky so frequently I was sure one of us would get struck.  Our phones began screeching some obnoxious alarm sound I had never heard, to alert us of a Tornado potentially coming, baseball sized hail, and flash flooding all at once.  To top it off, the Tornado siren began blaring, something I can’t recall ever hearing outside the monthly drills.  With the plethora of new dangers that had arisen in what seemed like a few minutes at most, our leisurely walk back to the house turned into a dead sprint.  Finally, under shelter at our house me and my friends looked around at one another’s dripping clothes and sopping Chick-fil-a bags and could not help but burst out laughing.

    Although I was devastated by my soggy fries and sandwich, being caught out in the beginning of the storm proved exhilarating.  The sudden quickness in which the weather can change from simply warm and cloudy to massive thunderstorm with a Tornado risk, shows the power it possesses.  The weather does not care what you’re doing at that moment.  We have no control over the weather and it’s strength, and that makes getting caught in storms like this such a humbling experience.




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