Speaking of storms...

Ah, spring time in Texas! Isn't it wonderful? So at around 3:00 in the morning, I thought we were being attacked. No, really. I've never heard such pelting on the roof. I jumped out of bed, yelling to Bob to get up because I thought the windows were breaking. In my living room of the house, the room with the highest peak and least amount of attic space, I thought for sure that any minute I was going to have rain coming in on me. The noise from the hail was so loud. It was deafening. Then, to make the morning even more exciting...the tornado sirens go off. We turn on the TV to see a very colorful radar screen with the heaviest and darkest color right smack in Lewisville and Flower Mound. As if we didn't already know. I asked Bob if we should get in the closet. He grabs his laptop and puts it in the closet, but we just stand there and watch the TV. I walked around the house, trying to see out the windows to make sure our trees were still standing. We've had such bad luck with weather and trees this year. The inch or more size hail covers the backyard. I'm thinking I'm glad I didn't plant new flowers yesterday, but hoping my impatiens will last through the night. I suppose if we had children living at home, I'd be worried about them and they'd be in the closet...with the laptop! The sirens finally go off, and we go back to bed. The alarm goes off a few hours later. Oh thank God it's Friday!