Memory of an Ohio storm - Written December 1, 2018
The door to my bedroom is slightly ajar and the evening light casts shadows on the room - I can make out the shape of my bed piled with stuffed animals and the rough rug on the floor. The curtains on the windows rustle softly and the warm smell of a summer storm permiates the room. I can hear the low rumble of thunder mixed with the sounds of my brother practicing The Entertainer downstairs. The fan is whirring in the window directly to my left, pulling the warm air out of the room. There is a slight hum of the passing car as I decide whether or not I should turn on a light or just walk across the room to the window and close it - the room has three windows, but only one is wide open. It was such a hot day only hours ago and I chill as I can feel the sharp temperature change - I was warned to hurry upstairs and close the window and turn off the fan - as there is a tornado warning. I can tell the storm is coming - there are bright flashes in the sky lighting up my room ...