
A friend of mine's mother sent him a pic of a funnel cloud that
crossed the road in front of their vehicle several weeks ago. If
you've ever seen a twister, or if you've ever heard one passing near
by with the sound of a freight train you'll never forget it.
It's tornado season here in what we call 'Tornado Alley', stretching
from Texas to Chicago in a N by NE line. Often, twisters come in pairs
and triplets that can devastate entire towns and villages along their
path.
At noon, in the village I live in Church Bells chime. In the next town
down the road sirens scream at noon. They have memories of
destruction, and test their warning system daily. We pray a lot.