Stormy weather . . . mini-twister


The weather bureaus of the world will never admit it, but during the “wall cloud” storm on the evening of June 10th–the one that swept across Texas and stretched down US 75 from south of Dallas almost to the Red River–the bad clouds spawned a number of mini-twisters over our area of northwest Richardson, Texas. And with little warning. The storm came up suddenly, and pow!

The sky had been overcast and oddly greenish-gray most of the day. We were at home working on various silly projects that evening when we became aware of this weird warbling sound. I finally realized that this was the sound of the old Civil Defense sirens (now called something else and used to warn us about weather) that they’d moved recently; now they’re not at our fire station on the corner, but farther north by almost a mile. Mama realized it at the same time, and in a moment the deluge hit. She shouted towards my end of the house, and we both ran towards the sunroom, where Hubby was working on the setup he has out there to test the new computer gear for work.

“Come in the house!” I yelled. He immediately stepped outside under the patio cover “to close the gate,” and was just about blown away. Once I got him hauled indoors, I ran to look out the front windows, and we saw that all our trees and bushes were blowing around . . . as if a whirlwind were rotating them.

The aftermath, today

One of our tree-sized crepe myrtles couldn’t take it, and snapped. A few large branches fell across the courtyard wall and onto the glass-topped table. The power started flickering on and off, so I ran to unplug the stereo and computers. Fortunately, THIS time our old transformer held, and the power only stayed off for a couple of minutes at a time.

The violent portion of this storm passed over us rather quickly, but left a trail of destruction across our neighborhood, including our park with the waterfall/creek. It lost a large Daddy/Mama tree on the edge of the waterfall, as well as many other large trees of all kinds. But it could have been a lot worse.

Here’s the tree that I believe was the victim, in a 2007 shot (to the left of the bench, partial photo):

Here’s what it looked like yesterday, with the neighbor’s kids gazing on the destruction:

My dog is terrified of storms. He couldn’t sleep at all, because the rest of the night was filled with thunder, lightning, and rain. It would have been restful if he could have been calmer. . . .

The weather people may claim this was only “straight-line winds of 80 mph,” and claim that only Anna and Allen got actual twisters, but we know better.

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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