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.
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.
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.