Tornados in Texas… sound, fury and death
I stood in the entryway to my sons home and watched the boiling black clouds explode to brilliant white as the lightning reached downward to the earth. Alerts on the television and a ham radio spoke of numerous areas of destruction in the storms wake. As I watched the power of the lightning a mournful sirean began to wail, its intensity soon blocking any chance of hearing the rumble being born of that lightning.
Wether you believe by chance or as I do the hand of God, my son his family and myself were a number of miles from the EF4 that wrote a path of destruction and death. We listened intently to the amateur radio operators who were members of ‘Skywarn’ as they reported from other locations where tornados had also been observed. Between these reports, a storm warning app that Claudia, my sons wife, had on her phone and the television and we could see that the tornados would pass us a little to the South-East. In looking at the pictures from the Dallas Morning News we can see we were very fortunate in the track of that storm.
It made me wonder today
when reading the reports
of numerous tornados so close-by
why did they wreak their destruction there
instead of here.