I get concerned when I see the track of storms crossing over my house—luckily both storms fell apart before their arrival.
Monday morning, I began to watch the forecasted storms develop and march across the United States.
By 6PM, the storm had become very organized and stretched from the Gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes.
When I went to bed,at 2100 I suspected that I would be up at some time during the night when the storm came my way. The outer bands were approaching Atlanta and the edge of Virginia. Storms in the south were also well organized and forceful.
I woke up a couple of times throughout the night as the wind shook our house. I woke up at midnight and two, but saw that the storms was still hours away. And all I could do was go back to bed.
I woke up the last time at 0400. The storm was approaching and getting stronger. My biggest fear was that I would not hear the weather radio until the storm hit because the first wave of the storm was so strong. I do understand that the weather service would alert if it was that severe—but at 0400, I wasn’t thinking straight.
As I did poke around the house and watch some Late Night TV, the wind did pick up and I saw a pretty severe looking storm approaching. I went up to tell Monica about—don’t you just love that I wake her up for things like this? After I told her—the weather radio sounded—and I was able to say “See what I mean?”
As it did pass, the storm cell I was watching softened a little and we didn’t experience much more that brief heavy rain ( 0.3 of an inch?) and some wind, then it was over. I remember, after listening to the wind all day and night, how quiet the night was after the storm passed on through.