Winds, hard, fast, destructive, have become a dangerous part of our summer storms. As a little girl, I remember sitting on the couch with our Nannie, a Bible on her lap, waiting for the afternoon thunderstorms to pass. The stove was cut off as was the television and the iron was unplugged. I remember the continuous lightening strikes and the rumbling thunder, but not the wind. Yes, the lightening was frightening and sometimes we lost power, but somehow that was expected of a summer storm.
The strong winds are something new and very frightening. They come from nowhere and disappear just as fast into nothingness. The leave trees down, limbs broken and a real mess everywhere. Yesterday, amidst the thanks to God for the afternoon shower, I received a call that a very large tree had blown over onto my nephew' house. It is something we all dread and look to happen, but don't really expect. It was a huge tree but when it broke, it fell on the front corner of the house and did little structural damage. A few pieces of decking will have to be replaced and some moulding, but overall the problem would be getting the huge tree down - off the house. I am just grateful his wife and child were not injured, but they were scared to death!
About two months ago a tornado ripped through our county west to east leaving a path of destruction we have not seen to date. Houses, brick and stick, were literally blown away in the winds and in its place death and destruction were left. It takes a little time to recuperate and realize that every wind storm will not leave the same death and destruction the tornado left.
We are looking for more storms this afternoon and while we need the rain, how I long for those afternoon thunderstorms of the past with lots of rumbling thunder, but no gusting, harsh winds. I am thankful for whatever we get at this point as far as precipitation goes.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
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