Considering how close this storm was, we didn't actually see any of it at our place. After I took this photo, we sat outside and watched these huge thunderheads move in, towering overhead and flashing with lightening but never actually reaching our place. The winds whipped our clothes and blew the ducks around the pond, but the storm itself moved just north of us. What was a beautiful and awesome display for us was a profoundly crappy experience for the three people who died and the ten who were hospitalized.
We didn't think much of it at the time, beyond "Cool, big clouds!", even when the tornado warning flashed across the screen. It wasn't until we turned on the television this morning that we saw the images of debris and house foundations and the inevitable "It sounded like a hundred freight trains!" interviews.
This time of year in north Texas, weather warnings scoot across the screen almost every night. You quickly determine whether or not your house is going to get sucked up or your car flattened by hail, and then you go back to your "What Not to Wear" or whatever. It doesn't necessarily occur to you that somewhere just up the road, someone else's home and life is getting ripped apart.
Makes you think.