Friday the 13th

We had quite the storm rip through the DFW area last night. This image is of the hail that was coming down in parts of the metroplex. (Hail on left, baseball for comparison on right.) Luckily, we escaped that lovely aspect of the storm.

We were actually in the storm's path last night. The boys had a baseball game in West Fort Worth as the storm began to roll into the Metroplex. Obviously, the game was called once the monsoon hit. I don't think anyone even waited for official word....once the downpour of rain came, everyone just scattered like roaches when the lights come on.

As we were heading home, tornado warnings began to surface. The weird thing was the fact that we had "rain-wraps" where apparently the rain swirling around in the storm clouds made it more difficult to determine what the circular movement in the clouds was. I don't know...sounds like the news doing their best to sensationalize everything once again.

At one point, we were only a couple of miles away from where a tornado touched down. Luckily, as the storm headed NW, we headed due north toward our home. All the while, I sat there dumbfounded at the fact that the new homebuilders out here don't include a basement option. I've learned that in fact, we are in Tornado Alley (wish I knew this before we decided to make the relocation). I suppose it's a matter of everyone's willingness to roll the dice and believe that the likes of yesterday's storm will be few and far between.

I suppose it could have been worse. One year ago....the very first weekend we officially called Texas our home, the tornado sirens were blaring and reports were coming in of softball sized hail heading toward us. Not quite the welcome to Texas I was hoping for.

All in all, the most we suffered is the boys game getting cancelled and our clothes getting drenched. It could have been much worse. Sadly, a police officer lost his life yesterday due to the storm. So, we count our blessings as a family and pray for better weather today.