I’ll preface this post by saying, unlike this young girl, I won’t be outside with my watering can anytime soon.
Here in Michigan, the weather pattern has had no rhyme or reason in 2018. I’m happy as long as I can get out for my daily walk, but since the beginning of the year, foul weather has been my nemesis.
I am what you call a “weather worrier” and not just because I don’t like being surprised by a sudden drenching downpour, but I also worry about severe weather. I follow several online weather sites and listen to a variety of radio meteorologists daily.
Yesterday, I walked in the morning, then had a busy workday, putting the finishing touches on all the documents needed for today’s hearing. When I finally got to the computer for some “me time”, it seemed as if the torrential rain had been nonstop all afternoon and into the evening. I clicked through the rounds of the social media sites I frequent, the weather sites being first and foremost. The meteorologists all predicted more rain overnight, some gusty winds and intermittent thunder, but no severe weather. My eyelids started fluttering, heavy from my five-mile walk, a long day of screen time and the incessant rain pounding on the roof. A sudden long rumble of thunder roared across the sky and jolted me back to life, so “time to shut down” I thought, so I trotted off to bed.
I enjoy drifting off to sleep, or awakening, to the sound of the pitter patter of the early morning rain on the patio roof . I think it is peaceful. In Summer, during an early morning rain, or Winter, when freezing rain pelts mercilessly against anything in its path, the sparrows line up along the brick ledge outside the bedroom windows. Birdie mumblings will usually wake me up, as my fine-feathered friends are all tucked together, peeping softly as they seek refuge from the elements.
This morning, the alarm went off, and, as I walked down the hall and to the kitchen, I switched on the lights, whispering a silent “thank you” that the power had not gone out. The early news reported flooding and power outages galore throughout Southeast Michigan. Again, I felt lucky to remain unscathed from this latest bout of bad weather. There were reports of three inches of rain at nearby Metro Airport. Yikes! Once it was light, I peered outside – everything looked fine but it was gray and gloomy looking, as if more rain threatened. I decided a walk in the neighborhood might be better than heading down to the Park where the leaf-soaked trees would be dripping onto my head as I passed underneath them, and likely the squirrels would stay in their nests and not venture down to ground level.
When I finally plunked down in front of my computer and checked my e-mail, my inbox said I had 22 messages – what in the world?! One in particular leapt out at me, a message from the emergency alert center in my City:
I promptly forwarded that message to my friend Ann Marie who lives in Southgate and said “I didn’t know about this!”
A slew of other weather-related messages seemed almost as ominous:
So, it looks like I went to bed thinking that overnight would be a little more rain, thunder and some gusty winds, certainly not a tornado! And how many people were checking their voicemail at 12:49 a.m. to discover a tornado was imminent (by 1:15 a.m.)? Hopefully our City’s emergency sirens, which are tested the first Saturday of each month, would have erupted into the still night were a tornado imminent. I heard nothing.
I had to gulp hard as I took all this info in, and, even more, when I discovered a tornado had indeed touched down in Taylor, on Pardee Road, just a stone’s throw away from Heritage Park which I visited last weekend. Reading the account of the tornado’s path, and, seeing the pictures of the aftermath of this tornado that touched down only 6.1 miles from my home, gave me a sinking feeling right in the pit of my stomach. Mother Nature’s wrath has already inflicted a meteorite and an earthquake here in 2018; I am glad this is the last month for tornado season.
Our grand total was 3.57 inches of rain in a 24-hour time period – like I said, the watering can and hose can have a rest for a while.
[Photo credit of “A Girl With A Watering Can” by Pierre-Auguste Renoir from Marilyn Reid on Pixabay]