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That evening, storms moved in. Thunder crashed and I sat straight up in bed, my heart nightmare fast. In the distance, I could hear the sirens signaling tornado.
Mama was sitting up in the kitchen when I got downstairs, sitting with two cups of hot chocolate--one waiting for me, or maybe Daddy, who was in the family room with the tv turned on to the weather.
I shivered in silence for a while, grateful they were waiting up with me. Lightning struck all around the house, hard and fast. The rain. I was waiting for the rain. Once the rain starts pouring in, the thunder has generally moved on.
Or has it. I had never been in the middle of a tornado. I listened for the wind. It was rushing through the trees as though it was late getting somewhere.