Simply having a stormy Christmastime


It’s December 23rd, and it’s in the 60s in Indiana. Crosby is crooning about a White Christmas and *NSync is singing “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays,” but the cumulonimbus clouds hear none of it. It’s all torrential downpours and straight-line winds on the way home from the pharmacy and the grocery store.

Storm-chaser I definitely am not, but I have been chased by a number of tornadoes. Each event stands out in my mind. One of my childhood summers, we were coming home from the Merom Bluff Chautauqua, and my mother’s patriotic shirt was nearly torn from her torso as the violent winds escalated. No last-minute visit to the event’s Porta Potty for me that day!

Another tornado chased us through Southern Indiana’s Amish country as we struggled to traverse the flooded roads home after a doctor  appointment.

None of these days would have claimed such a vivid seat in my long-term memory if not for the stormy weather–and the resulting rainbows. 🙂

Has the weather ever changed you life? I’d love to hear your story in the comments below!

Until next time,

Happy Trails!







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