I have a recurring nightmare of a tornado ripping through my house and sucking me up into its bowels.
I grew up in Austin, Texas where the threat of tornadoes was present, but not looming — we have a lot of hills.
Memorial Day 2015 my family camped at our property by the Pedernales River, outside of Austin. The Super El Nino had begun to make itself known, and it had been raining in Austin the entire month of May — but no severe storms.
Our first day camping was dry until dark clouds pushed in around 2:00 p.m. The rain began and the adults hunkered down under tarps with Cards Against Humanity and jumbo bottles of wine, while the kids played soccer in a progressively expanding mud pit.