Tornadoes, and Me

This past Monday evening, the skies darkened, and the sirens rang through out the neighborhood. Our weather alert radio was sounding out its warnings to take shelter; to go to the basement and to stay away from any windows. A tornado was sighted not more than 5 to 7 miles from where I live. So where do you think I was?? Standing outside, with my sister, looking for this tornado!! Not the smartest thing to do, I know…. But that is where we were, searching the skies, trying to find any sign of this tornado, to catch a glimpse of its swirling cloud.
How ominous it felt outside! No breeze at all stirring the trees, stillness. Not a sound from the birds; nor the cicadas, so deathly quiet. The air, heavy in your lungs, tight around your body, your heart pounding, and about every 10 minutes the warning sirens would sound its eerie wail, and we stood there in the drive way waiting, listening, watching.
The tornado never showed. Soon you could hear in the distance the cicadas, then the birds, the air loosened its grip as a slight wind blew through the trees. It was over.
Disappointed, and relieved at the same time. I don’t know why, I am scared to death of thunder storms, but tornadoes fascinate me.