'Like A Thousand Screaming Jets. ...': My Terrifying Tornado Tale, #1.

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A man lives through an EF-5 tornado. This is his story.

Submitted: June 17, 2017

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Submitted: June 17, 2017

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I knew the second I got up that April day that something big was going to happen in the weather department: the weather service was talking about it for the past few days and they told us to be prepared for likely bad weather; in fact, as the days went by, the more likely that we would get hit with severe storms, including the possibility of tornadoes.

Living in Tornado Alley like we do (we live in the Texas Panhandle), we can be expected to get terrible storms every year, especially during the spring months (though we can have them all year long, even during the quiet months out of the year).  We don't have a basement, but we do have a safe room, where we can go and wait out the weather until the all-clear has been given. I have been through quite a few tornadoes, and have had some damage over the years to our property (and even our home), but we've always been able to fix the damage and rebuild.  

What's to say that this time would be any different?

Anyway, this day was perfect for a stormy setup: humidities reading into the sixties and seventies, very breezy, and abnormally warm: even though it was only the first week of April, it felt more like July, with temperatures expected to soar into the upper eighties and a chance of afternoon and evening thunderstorms, some, of which, could go into the overnight hours.  Any storms that would form would likely become severe, with a liklihood of very large hail (baseball sized or larger), damaging downburst winds of over 60 miles an hour, flooding rains that oculd quickly lead to flash flooding, severe lightning, and yes, the possibility of tornadoes, which could be long-trackers and turn very violent.

Not good.

The weather forecasters were warning us to have plenty of batteries and our weather radioes at the ready, in case the weather did turn nasty and for us to be ready to take shelter if necessary.  They wanted us to be on "full-alert" severe weather mode and get to safety.

I already had a severe weather plan in place.  I would gather the little woman and our kids (and our critters) and head to our safe room and sit there until the danger passed.  But right now, as I scanned the skies, it looked tranquil: near clear skies, theough breezy, and quite humid.  It looked like it was going to be a nice day outside.  Severe weather was the last thing on my mind; I had plans to cut the grass and my wife had plans to get some weeding done while the weather was good.  And the kids, on break for Easter, had plans to go outside and enjoy the warmer temperatures.  Tornadoes and severe weather, my foot, I remember thinking.  It was too pretty to even think of such a thing occurring.

*End of part one!*


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