As I write this, the sky is a clear blue with just a few wispy white clouds.
Two hours ago, the sky was dark and tinged with green.
I was in the car, after picking up Brian from the Metrolink station, and headed for home. Lorelei was chattering happily in the backseat, sucking on her binky and playing with her monkey rattle.
The storm came suddenly. One minute it was a bit of light rain and the next it was coming at us horizontally. I pulled off to the side of the road and turned the engine off. It started to hail. The wind shook my tiny little blue car.
I kept saying over and over, “I don’t want to die in my car. I don’t want to die in my car.” I could imagine a tornado coming by and lifting us into the vortex.
When it let up enough, I drove white knuckled on surface streets until we reached the Target with the underground garage. At this point, the rain wasn’t too bad, but I was so tense from driving in the storm and feeling like the car had no traction as we went through enormous puddles from backed-up storm drains, that I needed a break. And the husband wanted crack coffee.
As quickly as it came, it was gone. Leaving a flooded sunroom in it’s wake. But at least it wasn’t the basement and at least the ceiling in the living room didn’t start leaking again. That’s one bit of good luck I suppose.
It would have been really nice if a tree had fallen on my neighbor’s car, but alas, it did not.