After a lively visit with some relatives on their way home from the Smokies Sunday, I grabbed a book and sat down out on my covered porch for some much-needed quiet time.
Storm alerts were being launched everywhere – severe thunderstorm warnings, flood warnings, tornado watches and warnings. The breeze felt nice while I read, and so I remained outdoors.
Bruised skies to the north made it clear the threats were real. The thunder was faint, but visceral, like the rumbling of a hungry stomach.