Yesterday afternoon I turned off the computer a little early and called the workday complete. I moseyed downstairs, grabbed a handful of cashews and picked up a book. Soddenly, my phone squawked and squealed and announced a severe thunderstorm warning. The tornado siren began to howl in the distance. The phone alerted again for a tornado warning.
I looked out to see the trees calm and the sky slightly overcast. Puzzled, I turned on the TV to see the weather guy detailing a fast moving storm ripping through downtown Indy and pointing right at Mudsock.
Unconcerned geese were eating weeds in the neighbor’s yard.
The TV broke down the storm’s progress as it moved relentlessly northeast. As the front came closer the tornado warning was dropped. Then the storm moved up to the juncture of I465 and I69 and it just kind of looked at the normal snarl of traffic and construction and said “nah, I ain’t doing that” and faded away to a moderate rainstorm that lasted a few minutes and moved away.
Even the TV weather watchers sent programming to commercials. It was a big nothing burger here in the burbs when just a few minutes and miles away winds hit 80 and trees toppled.
You never know.
2 comments:
My theory is that nobody ever gets on and off I-465. They just go round and round and round and round.
Glad the big shebang missed you. It looked horrible.
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