This is one of the things I love very MOST about summer. The STORMS.
We live right here in the middle of "Tornado Alley" as it is affectionately referred to as, but oddly enough, there has never been a tornado touchdown within our city limits in my lifetime. Don't get me wrong, they wreak PLENTY of havoc all around, but we seem to live in a bit of a "pocket of safety" where we still get to enjoy the shows without any of the nasty destruction.
I can remember when I was little where there were several summers in a row where the tornado sirens would go off at least once each summer, if not more often than that. It was on top of the elementary school across the street from our house so we NEVER missed it and every time we'd grab blankets and flashlights, candles and matches, snacks and toys (only those MOST precious of course) and head down to the basement and flip on our little battery-powered radio to listen to the play by play. Oh MAN was it ever exciting.
Once we were a little older, the tornado siren served as an alerting system that called us outside as we knew we might get to catch a glimpse of something amazing... until mom made us come inside that is.
This is just a little video I took last night of a decent-sized storm that blew through town...