The clock showed not even eight-o-clock at night, but the sky screamed midnight. Then a deafening silence like a roller coaster cart looming at the top before the fall, unaware of what next. What next would be the rage of Mother Nature. I was oddly calm when I yelled out, “Oh my God, it’s a tornado!” to my husband, who leaped from his seat. The sound of trees hitting the earth in every direction had us darting for the windows... Read more