To me there is something truly awe-striking about the wind before a storm. It whooshes out of nowhere and ushers in the thundery clouds like some kind of invisible monarch. Every bough shall bow and flapping blade of grass will confess his name. The mists of the seas must obey him. The dust of the earth will be stirred up at his command. The wind is a force to be reckoned with, of that I have no doubt.
Today when this particular bluster came in all his glory and authority there were several garbage cans down my street blown over with the gale. Fortunately this morning the trucks came by and emptied said trash bins, or we would have a substantial mess on our lawns. After righting my own trash can I ran around back to make sure my lawn chairs and kiddie pool were still battened down and safe. Sometimes when the wind starts rifling through the streets and rattling the windowpanes I want to run through the house with a pot on my head shouting, "Take cover! Everyone to your basements, your crawl spaces, your bathtubs. We have a hurricane upon us. Watch for flying cows!" This is from a girl who has seen Twister a few too many times and loved every minute of it. Can ya tell?
In elementary school I desperately wanted to be a storm chaser; I desperately wanted to be everything I am sure, but I distinctly remember learning the science of a storm in class and wanting to run them down in the real world. I wanted this up until my first experience with a real tornado. I watched it all happening on the news channel while my siblings and I were staying with my aunt. That night the thunder and lightening was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was truly, wet the bed terrifying. I was the older of the bunch and had to mask my own terror with a brave face, but it was not fun to be on the upper level of a house when I thought the glass was about to come bursting in. It would have been so much better in my bunker, I mean basement bedroom, in my own home.
So the dreams of storm chasing were short lived, but to this day I still feel a thrill when gusts of formidable wind carry objects down the street. I salute you, invisible power with your firm and mighty hand. However, my son is still not quite sure about you.