Weathering the Storm

Last night we were serenaded by tornado sirens. Often, the weathermen accompany this song with claims that the sky is falling and later recant their prophecies of doom. We've become a little jaded and don't pay much attention to the warning wails of the sirens or the cries of the men analyzing the radar.

Last night was different. When we heard the stereotypical freight train sound of an approaching twister, we took cover. We emerged unscathed, and in our yard, a fallen tree branch is the only evidence of foul weather.

Our neighbors one block over weren't as lucky, and the next county over is worse still. Here are a few photos from our neck of the woods:

I find this to be a little ironic:

Beauty amid the destruction: