Winds

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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Wow!

I witnessed a wonderful light show put on by our heavenly Father.  It was such a sight!  The sound effects were outstanding and intimidating.  The lights went out just as the performance started enabling us to get the full benefit of the show without distraction.  The little ones were a bit frightened and had to have some extra attention, but while hubby slept through it all I watched as the show was exhibited through each and every window.

I am sorry for all the damage done by the high winds - that is actually my least favorite thing about a storm. I can hear it but I can't see it - just the effects of its might.  A full bodied storm test all my senses - sight, smell, hearing, taste and feel.  Last night's storm would be considered full bodied.

The crisp bright morning displayed a washed and clean world.  Even the pollen was gone even though I know it will be back. 

I remember the storms of my childhood and can't remember but one or two times that I was actually awed and frightened by the storms.  I cannot remember any of the magnitude that we have experienced in the last few years even though part of that may be because of the extensive media coverage now available.  In the fifties and early sixties I was only aware of the damage done to my house and maybe a neighbor or two.  With today's advancements in television I can see the devastation for miles around.

As with a concert, I enjoyed it while it lasted, but have no desire to see the same thing again too soon.  I hope God has finished with his spring cleaning and now I will get back to mine.

Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle