I LOVE thunderstorms. And we have had some monster storms these past few weeks. For as long as long as I can remember I have loved to watch them. First the sky turns dark and the wind starts to pick up. And then the extra large rain drops start to fall randomly. Then the bottom drops out and you can't see an inch in front of you. The lighting and thunder get going and the whole house shakes. I have fond memories of working at the pool in Sugarwood and watching the thunderstorms roll in. We would clear the pool and huddle under the shelter and watch the magnificent show. I have been know to gather my kids on the screened in porch or stop reading to them and have us all look out the window and watch for awhile.
The other night Allen was taking the boat to help out with a youth activity on the lake. He had to drive the boat about 20 minutes away to a dock. They were calling for possible storms that night, but the sky was blue. Allen went ahead because the night before he had been out on the boat when they were calling for storms and they had all gone around the area. He got to the dock ok, and then a storm hit. They all went up to the house to wait it out and enjoyed the hail that came along with this one. There was a break and he decided to try to make it back to our dock(after he dumped all the water that had gotten into the boat). He and a friend took off and about half way back they could see dark behind them and dark in front of them. They were stuck and had to go on. They drove through the second storm and made it back safely. Allen said driving through a thunder storm in a boat was not something he would ever like to repeat. During all this, I was home with the kids. I wasn't enjoying the storm like I usually did. During the first one I called him and was happy to hear he was already there and on land. During the second one I was sure he was caught in the middle of it and wouldn't be able to hear my call. So I paced the house and was short with the kids. As I was tucking them in I was saying the family prayer and asked that Allen would make it home safely and the moment the words came out of my mouth my phone rang. It was Allen saying they made it ok to the dock.
I still love storms. But only when my family is not out in them.
3 comments:
Amen sister!
i have the same fond memories from life gaurding days - i definitely envy you tennesseeans on that count... and in your next house the storm views will be even better.
Wow. You described East TN thunderstorms so well! So glad Allen made it home safely. We watched hail the size of golf balls drop from the sky that night. After lightening hit our pine tree and house last summer, I don't feel quite as safe inside anymore, however.
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