Lee and I went to dinner at the Melting Pot (don't bother, btw) last night. After dinner we were contemplating what to do next when our son, Thomas called, "Where are you, a huge storm is headed this way and there are tornado warnings in the county to our north." Decision made for us--we were headed home.
We battened down the hatches. Moved cars into the garage, pulled lawn furniture indoors and Lee even went out to stake down the trampoline. The last big storm we had flipped the tramp and almost ruined it. I said my standard little "storm's coming" prayers and hoped for the best. I love the power of thunderstorms, but realize Mother Nature is in charge.
The storm had died in intensity by the time it reached us. It was, however, moving very slowly. That meant that that it parked itself over us and dumped it's load of rain. We sure needed it.