Tornado sirens kept me from going to bed at 12 o'clock last night. My roommate had just finished informing me that we might be getting some pretty nasty storms when the erie sound swept across our sleepy little mid-western town. I was not happy. We had some strong winds though, that's for sure. After going down to the basement of our dorm with all the other guys, we realized that we had not unplugged our computers and knew that the electricity would most surely be going out soon. So, feeling like Dorothy in Kansas, we ran back upstairs and unplugged our computers just as the power went out. Boy was that wind howling! I'm a bit of a storm enthusiast, so being stuck in the basement during this was disappointing to say the least. I just wanted to see some stuff uprooted and have the crap scared out of me...instead I just missed out on an hour of sleep.
In the end though, I think sometimes storms have a way of making me feel like a little kid again. It reminds me of muggy summer nights, the smell of rain, and kneeling on the couch watching the wind out the window wreak it's havoc. The element of impending danger almost created a sense of wonderment inside and I was reminded of Neko Case's dream like song, This Tornado Loves you...I guess it did 'cause we're all good here in little 'ol Greenville, Illinois.
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