It's been brought home several times that living in the Plains states doesn't guarantee plain weather. Thanks to NEXRAD and NOAA, we can keep up on our local weather with a pretty darned high degree of accuracy.
Doesn't mean we always like what we hear, but hey.
I'd just finished a cup of coffee and some white chocolate cinnamon cake (Yeah, it was awesome in its cakely goodness) when my phone beeped. Hm. A weather update, one of the perks of storm spotter training. Looks like we're in for some potentially nasty stuff this afternoon. Hail, wind, rain; even an isolated tornado is possible.
Being without a cellar in Tornado Alley really lets you know what's most important in your life. When the sirens went off a few years ago, my husband grabbed his guitar while I bundled up the birdcage, and we headed to the town library (which has a huge basement). With the arrival of Junior, the list has been expanded to include "baby and his war bag" at the top, followed by birds, guitar, and I.D.'s.
What's your weather story?