Johnny wrote:I did not think to go to the basement. I saw it coming down hard, and the noise and light were fantastic, but I did not feel like there was danger. I was more worried about flooding, which I did go to check on with some frequency.
I was up well past my bedtime pointing a flashlight into every crevice of my house. Up on the top floor I could hear water rushing in the eavestroughs like a mountain stream but no water coming-in, thank the god because that's where all my equipment is. We did have some leaking on the back-porch, but nothing bad.
The two big floods of '07 (i.e. the un-stocked catfish farm in my basement) robbed me of any pleasure I ever took in thunderstorms. When I was a kid I was not particularly afraid of bad storms but now I am. Everytime the rain goes sideways I can see myself filling out claims forms and phoning contractors. But what can you do?
Tornadoes I'm good with. About once a month I have a dream with a tornado in it. The circumstances are varied. I could be climbing K2 in a tuxedo or playing backgammon with human-sized cats. The whole scene is brought to an end by a tornado. A deus ex machina essentially.