Let me tell you this – I didn’t move to Maine to get hit by a tornado. I thought that was a Southern thing. I’m not interested in tornadoes. Or hail for that matter. I’d rather be deciding what style of snowshoe I’ll be wearing for the upcoming Winter season. Something like that, but definitely not dealing with tornadoes.
The other day, my phone started going nuts. There was weather alert after weather alert. Laura’s was going nuts too. And I didn’t think anyone knew she had a phone. Well, apparently those in charge know we both have phones and boy were they trying to tell us something.
First it was a flash flood warning. That message appeared a few times. Then, they started sending tornado warnings. That was somewhat horrible. And the worst part was, the warnings were actually for the town we live in. How often does that happen?
We pretty much ignored the warnings. There was nothing going on outside. Until it began raining, of course. It rained at first, then it poured. During the pouring, hail began to fall. Huge, quarter sized hail. I don’t have pictures of the hail, because I was supposed to be putting the cats in the basement, but I do have pictures of the splashes the hail caused during their descent into the pool. Check these out (I snuck these).
The reason we started rushing to put the cats in the basement was because as I was looking through the front window, I noticed some dead leaves being picked up from the woods next door and being carried away into Oz. I didn’t like the look of that. Couple the leaves with the hail and the unnerving alerts we were receiving on our phones, I figured we should heed the message.
Fortunately, we did not get hit by a tornado. Some other town did, allegedly. All we got was a whole ton of rain that made our pool water turn green. I’m still cleaning up that mess.