Someone please check the calendar because it doesn't seem like August in Kansas. Heck, it doesn't even seem like Kansas! This is mostly because the 100 mph winds combined with a major thunderstorm doesn't exactly happen here - at least as I recall. Either we get tornadoes, or thunderstorms, and not at the same time. The last time I saw something like this, I was in Scotland in May. Kansas is essentially behaving like Scotland right now, except with more sunny stuff in between.
But I have decided that I must be pretty immune to this type of weather, because my mother stared at the weather radar on her iPad - willing the storm to move I suppose - my father shined the flashlight in everyone's face, and my brother rushed around looking for battery packs. I, however, sat comfortably on a stool and continued playing around on Pottermore. This is a big deal, actually, because the next 5 chapters are open. :)
And watching the trees bend, the foggy mist mix with the heavy rain, hearing the wind rattle the house and slip under the garage door, etc - I realized that maybe the Bronte sisters went through this. Maybe a person had to go through something like this to explain a storm: a real storm. I considered the possibility that I should re-read Wuthering Heights to see if I could like it any better. I rejected this idea when the power went out and I took it as a sign.
I guess the point of this post is: I have a few points:
1. If you live through a bad storm that seems terrifying - you should be able to write about such things now.
2. I should move to Scotland...or England. Maybe Wales....not Wales.
3. I now fully understand why a young girl could get lost on the Moors, during a storm in Victorian Gothic fiction*.
*Victorian Gothic is a literary time period where people did not wear all black clothing, listen to death metal, or wear weird contacts.
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