Relative Something

It was close to the dinner hour when suddenly both our phones erupted in startling alarm tones. A tornado warning was issued for our location. I was upstairs in the loft and Cyndie wondered aloud about heading to the basement. Looking out the skylight window, I could see there was no rain or wind yet so I checked the weather radar and listened to the details from the meteorologist.

A big gust of wind blasted over us just as the big raindrops came pouring down. Before I could even think about making a move, the wind was gone. We hadn’t heard a thing but Cyndie glanced out at the deck and saw our glass table with an umbrella in the middle had been tossed over along with a bench glider.

Surprisingly, the glass appeared to have survived intact. I commented that we left the umbrella up, but Cyndie said it wasn’t open before the wind got under it.

Soon the TV weather guy was hyping the location of a Doppler-indicated tornado in our immediate vicinity. Based on the conditions right before our eyes, I deduced it was most likely a bit north and east of our property, heading away from us. I think we lucked out by a very thin margin.

We’ll do a broader survey of the property when the sun comes up, but as of last night, it looked like tossed deck furniture was the only noticeable disruption visible from the house.

I have no idea why we didn’t hear a thing when the furniture on the deck went tumbling.

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