Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

I love storms. Every year I look forward to Spring just for the fact that storms would be here. I believe in another life that I was a storm chaser…. either that or… no, I’m pretty sure I was a camera-holding-tornado chasing storm chaser.  I think I’m an adrenaline junky. It’s funny because when I was much younger, storms use to scare the living daylights out of me. When we knew a strong storm was headed our way, I would be so scared that I eventually just passed out and would be happy that I missed it. Now, I actually look forward to it.

So what about meteorology do I find fascinating? Everything!! As weather people, you get to not only help warn people of dangerous weather, you get to help plan their lives.. Raining? Take an umbrella. Windy? Carry rocks. Hailing? Wear a helmet and bubble wrap. Thundering and Lightning? Grab the camera and turn on the news. Okay, perhaps it’s not that easy, but it should be. If I had the patience and wouldn’t get nauseous in front of people, I’d certainly do it. What’s fantastic is that you guys who report weather seem so calm on the outside when reporting storms- even if it’s a bad one. Although, I’m pretty sure that on the inside your guts are saying something else. So I have to ask, is this calmness something you were taught or something that just comes with experience? I have a ton of more questions… but this one shall suffice for now. If I need more answers to questions, Google to the rescue.

By the way, when the weather decides to take another turn from what they had planned, don’t get mad. Remember, Mother Nature is constantly PMSing and loves changing her mind (what female doesn’t???). All I ask it to bring me one good storm that makes me rethink my sanity- just avoid the tornadoes, I hate those! So meteorologists, you rock!!!

Let there be light…. and thunder!

Normally, storms do not scare me. They are actually quite soothing. The rumbling of the thunder sounds like the beating of a drum. The pitter patter of the rain hitting the back of the air conditioner lulls you to sleep. A light breeze outside is calming you. That’s what storms are made of. Well, in dream land at least.

Now, add a little humidity and a rise in pressure, what do you have? The makings of something that will scare you worse than your grandmother talking to you about sex. That’s right. The “T” word. Tornadoes. They are really scary. Believe me, I’ve been through one. When you sense a tornado is about to, well, be created, everything in your body is pressurized. It almost feels like you’re going to explode. But you don’t. That would be a messy clean-up.

What was I talking about again? Oh, right. Storms. Tonight’s storms (Oklahoma and Texas) just proved what Mother Nature can really do. We had one blow through here about an hour and a half ago. When I say blow through here, I truly mean it. As soon as it hit my city, the wind was incredible. It howled through the entire house. It was scary. We grabbed Zeus and the 3 cats just in case anything should happen. I’m pretty sure every animal except Smokie was scared. Smokie has been through storms and a tornado. She knows the routine like she knows her…. paw. I was going to say “butt” but I thought that would be crossing the line just a bit.

Once the winds and storm had settled down, the household returned back to normal. The cats went off in their own direction- mainly making a beeline for the bedroom. The humans went back into their bedrooms and fell asleep. The dog is making himself comfy on the couch. After all of that excitement, who has the energy to do anything? Soft, warm and King-sized bed, here I come!