Tornado Warning? For Rocky Mount?
At 4:30 pm, the Weather Station posted a tornado warning for...Rocky Mount! What? A tornado warning? We were advised to go to the basement (what basement?) or at least away from windows, crouch down under heavy blankets and stay there for an hour!!
OK. Sure. Definitely. Yeah.
I hurried over to the camper, where Dick was installing his latest purchases...new towels with a flyfishing motif, a bathroom rug the same caramel color as Sadie Mae, a seat cover for the toilet...and told him about the warning, asking him to please come over to the house as the weather people were advising to get out of any mobile homes.
He did, just in time for the Weather folks to remove the tornado warning....whew! Pouring rain followed, so we decided to stay home tonight rather than drive into town for choir practice. Too risky, with all the tall old trees beside the roads we'd be driving along. They could easily come crashing down.
The rain is SO welcome, although flash flooding alerts are coming through now. The red clay soil is so dry that the heavy rain must be rolling right off the top, and we're downhill from Rt 122, with the Blackwater River below our ledge.
I can still hear my grandmother saying: It never rains but it pours!
OK. Sure. Definitely. Yeah.
I hurried over to the camper, where Dick was installing his latest purchases...new towels with a flyfishing motif, a bathroom rug the same caramel color as Sadie Mae, a seat cover for the toilet...and told him about the warning, asking him to please come over to the house as the weather people were advising to get out of any mobile homes.
He did, just in time for the Weather folks to remove the tornado warning....whew! Pouring rain followed, so we decided to stay home tonight rather than drive into town for choir practice. Too risky, with all the tall old trees beside the roads we'd be driving along. They could easily come crashing down.
The rain is SO welcome, although flash flooding alerts are coming through now. The red clay soil is so dry that the heavy rain must be rolling right off the top, and we're downhill from Rt 122, with the Blackwater River below our ledge.
I can still hear my grandmother saying: It never rains but it pours!
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