I’ve always had my head in the clouds. Ever since I was a kid growing up in Kansas, I would watch the sky in the summertime and loved to see the big storm clouds roll in. My Grandpa and I would sit on the front porch swing and name the things we saw in the clouds. We had such a good time doing that.
Then one summer in 1959 a tornado came through our lovely little town and tore my grandparents’ house all to pieces. They were so lucky to make it to the basement before the roof was torn off and the rain came in and ruined anything that was left. The porch swing Grandpa and I would swing on was found two blocks away on top of the Liberty Theater. I remember my grandmother being totally terrorized by that storm. So now I watch the clouds and when I see dark ones like this, I remember that time. I’m still grateful that no lives were lost. I was lucky to have both of my grandparents well into their 80’s.
These clouds gathered around here and looked rather menacing but didn’t product much rain at all. At this point though, we’ll take every drop we can get. Namaste’