Here at the White Farmhouse we are prone to tornadoes.
They just pop up at a moments notice.
I have noticed that the skies are usually gray and overcast. Maybe even a chance of some rain.
It may even be a touch windy. I don't know if you can see the pear tree in our front yard being bended over.
It is usually quite noisy in the house since the kids can't go out and play.
When the tornado hits, you notice the quiet.
So quiet that it almost hurts your ears.
A deafening quiet.
This is usually while the tornado is hitting and doing it's most damage.
We were lucky this time. The damage was not as extensive as it usually is.
Some areas were not hit as hard as others.
Thankfully, the damage seems to be contained in this one room. Not all through the house while I am contained in one room painting.
Even though I didn't get pics of it. There was more.
The dog got hit too.
With a bottle of deoderant.
The white kind.
Atleast she does not stink anymore.
She has come to expect it when she hears that quietness.