I had another post planned for today, but after the events of the past 2 days, I think I'll save it for another time.
I've lived in Oklahoma all my life and I am no stranger to severe, extreme weather. I remember spending many stormy nights and afternoons in my parent's basement or grandmother's cellar. My grandmother was terrified of storms and tornadoes. We had tornado drills in school when I was a child. I remember going into the hall and kneeling, facing the wall with a text book over my head and neck, or taking shelter under a desk. I've been inconvenienced by a storm before but never really adversely affected.
Yesterday, at approximately 2pm, storms spun up south and west of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I pulled up the radar on my phone app and the live news feed from KFOR in Oklahoma City. I watched in horror as the storm grew. I watched the mile wide tornado as it plowed through Newcastle and bore down on Moore, Oklahoma, taking almost the same track as the F5 tornado of May 3, 1999. They were warning people to take shelter, to get underground. They kept saying it was horrible. My work computer kept buffering, so it was difficult for me to really take it all in. I knew it was bad, just didn't know how bad.