The wings of the butterflies in my stomach and heart could’ve lifted me to the sky. The blaring echo of the tornado alarm began. The clouds had grown green, the hail was without rain, and the wind had halted as if someone had flicked an easy switch to end it. My sluggish eyeballs gazed back out the window. Everything felt as if it were suddenly moving in slow motion. An icy chill tickled my spine as if frozen fingers had grazed my back with their tips. The instant I heard our county’s name, Douglas, I lost all focus. “A tornado warning has been issued for the following counties: Adams, Arapahoe, Douglas…” “We interrupt this program for a breaking news update,” spoke the weather lady. The relentless thunder and lightning laughed about it while they boomed and flashed. The rain’s best friend, gale force winds, blew down our barbecue and stole the patio umbrella. A wall of rain and hail pummeled our house to the point that I couldn’t see our truck in the driveway anymore.
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My parents kept the TV on as a precaution for any updates, but they’d gone back to their usual hobbies. Usually I didn’t overreact during a tornado watch, but the fury of the storm out there had my gut wrenching. My face was pressed against the glass of our front window, steaming it up with the panting of my anxious breath. I couldn’t stop watching that hideous, blackened sky since the moment the weather lady said our area was under a tornado watch. By some luck, our house was fine with only a little damage. After 31 scary minutes under that mattress, the roaring died. “It’s gonna be ok, it’s gonna be ok,” whispered my dad over and over.
The storm roared and boomed over our house louder than a train. My left hand was being squeezed by my mom, but my right hand was being squeezed even tighter by my dad. He wrapped as much of his body around us as he could. He leaned it over our heads and then kneeled down. My dad pulled a twin-sized mattress out of the guest room and slid it under the stairs. My mom grabbed me up into her arms faster than a bear trap. We tore through the hallway, raced down into the basement, and hid under the stairwell. In all the chaos, my legs had turned into bricks. She had a look on her face that I had never seen before in my life. “We need to get downstairs, NOW,” barked my dad. The bright white of my eyes could’ve lit a house. The butterflies in my stomach and heart could’ve lifted me to the sky. The long echo of the tornado alarm began. It was like someone had flicked a switch to end it. The clouds had grown green, the hail was without rain, and the wind had stopped. It was as if frozen fingers had touched my back with just their tips. When I heard our county’s name, Douglas, I lost all focus. “We cut into this program for a breaking news update,” spoke the weather lady. The thunder and lightning laughed about it as they boomed and flashed. The rain’s best friend, wind, blew down our barbecue and stole the patio umbrella. It was so bad, I couldn’t see our truck in the driveway anymore. A wall of rain and hail was beating up our house. They went back to their hobbies, but I kept watching the clouds. My parents kept the TV on for any updates to be safe. Normally, I didn’t freak out during a tornado watch, but the fury of the storm had my gut twisting. It steamed up at the hands of my nervous breath. My face was pushed against the glass of our front window.
Not since the weather lady said our area was under a tornado watch. I couldn’t stop watching that ugly, black sky.
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