Well…yeah. I’ve lived in Kansas all of my life. I’m not afraid of thunder, lightening, winds or tornado warnings….but yesterday afternoon the sky was clear, then I looked to the north and it was Holy Crap! There was a wicked, wicked storm moving down on us fast. I figured we had about 2 hours before it hit. About 8:00 the air turned yellow, which was a sign that it was getting ready to hit (as an aside, if the yellow air is intense enough it makes the green in stop lights look blue. Kinda cool! :) But I wasn’t particularly worried. Been through a million storms. I was sitting on the back deck reading, when a random, fleeting thought went through my mind…“I’d hate to have to tell my husband over the phone (he’s 120 miles away on business) that everything was gone!!!” Then I told myself that that was stupid because tornado season is long past and I haven’t heard the tornado sirens but maybe 5 times all together since I moved here 15 years ago….but not ten seconds later the sirens started screaming. (Having lived in Kansas all of my life I must have subconsciously felt the change in temp and pressure, which led to the thought..) Normally I don’t really react much to the sirens (which went off 3 or 4 times a year in Wichita when I lived there) but this time I did. I’m not sure why. I started gathering things to take to our cellar (a 100 year old DIRT cellar….and that is a whole other story…) Put my box by the door, then looked out the back door again….and something was really, really wrong. The sound of the wind was like nothing I’d ever heard before. Not like a train, but like…a growling. A low, moaning, building, evil growl, like some gigantic monster…and it was coming from a jet black cloud that was rushing right for the house! I about lost it. For real. I ran for the cellar…and the lights went out (they didn’t come back on until sometime after 3 a.m. when I woke up to every light in the house blazing….). We have no flashlights. I had no time to look for candles. It was pitch black in the house, not to mention the cellar. I could only seen about halfway down the very old, very narrow, very steep cellar steps, and it was like looking down into a bottomless, black cave with God only knew what at the bottom…paint cans, boxes….I decided to camp on the top steps…and just wait. I was seriously, seriously, seriously terrified…...there is so much more to this story but when all was said and done, here are some pics from the town today….everyone one was saying they’d never seen/heard anything like it.
The freakiest one. (I didn’t take it…the rest I did..)
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But…this is Kansas. The show must go on! Elderly lady manning a garage sale today.
Lemonade stand (YES I BOUGHT ONE GLASS OF .50 LEMONADE FOR A BUCK AND TOLD THEM TO KEEP THE CHANGE!! At least they weren’t selling rocks….)
This is no Greensburg (which I have pics of too) but…it was freaky. Scary. And supposedly it wasn’t even a tornado…“just” 70 to 90 mph straight line winds, although I’m sure I saw rotation as were several other people I spoke with today.