Funder and Lightning

Last night the tornado sirens went off twice. I've learned since last spring not to get too whipped up about that, because anytime there is a warning anywhere in the county, they have to blow them. We turned on the TV and found out the "tornadic" storm had crossed 435, was currently around Cabela's and headed towards downtown. No sweat for us; we didn't even go in the basement for that one.

There was another cell tracking our way south of Olathe, but we had about 25 minutes until it hit, so I told the boys to run upstairs and shower, so we'd all be ready, just in case. We got everyone bathed and dressed and came down to watch the show. The sirens had stopped, so for the moment, this was just a dramatic thunderstorm. We turned off all the lights and sat in the living room to watch God's lightshow. The older boys loved it; Blane balled up in my lap and buried his face in my side. Then the weather radio went off again, and we heard the sirens blow for the second time. When we turned on the TV, the rotation was just south of OP, headed toward Belton, MO. Again, no problem for us.

There was no way Blane would be able to sleep by himself, so he went to bed with us. About 1:45, our weather radio went off again about thunderstorms, so Scott turned it off. I lay in bed and listen to the storm begin to roar. It built to a tremendous intensity--louder than any I'd heard in a long time. After about 15 minutes, I asked him to turn on the radio again. It was annoying, but I was a bit worried about what might follow this storm. We hit the button to hear the latest report and the guy was talking about 70-80 mph winds. It sure sounded bad outside, but the trees around our house are sturdy and old. So we listened to the howl for awhile and went to sleep. Blane was content between us.

The morning fortunately showed no significant damage. I think the ones who got pounded were the northern and eastern suburbs.