I love watching a storm roll in. Watching the power and force of
nature at work. So tonight I was like a kid in the candy store, as I
watched from my front porch lightning flashing and listened as thunder
let forth deafening booms and dark clouds steadily marched forward
blocking out the light of the sun.
Justin and the girls retreated
indoors while I stood outside taking it in until the
rains came. When I came inside I was met with tears from Brynna and
dirty looks from Justin, both of who were completely convinced I was
going to kill myself standing on our covered front porch while a storm
was forming. If I would have ever felt danger I would have been the
first one hightailing it to the basement. But there were no high winds
near us. Just the still air below and the atmospheric push above.
It's
just part of living in the South. Storms happen and I guess I just kind
of take it in stride. Justin called me stubborn. I called him Chicken
Little. And Brynna, well we had to break out a brigade of stuffed
monkeys to make her feel better. All I know is I am glad it was all
uneventful here at Casa de Young and we all lived to disagree another
day on how to react to bad weather.
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