We had a little storm the other night.  Little as in wake up the kids at 3:30 am and go into the basement.  After being woken up from a sound sleep by the thunder, I went downstairs to check the tv to see if they had any warnings.  There was nothing on but infomercials at that hour.  Suddenly the wind started to blow and the rain was coming down horizontally.  Not good.  I met Brian on the stairs with the kids, and we took them into the basement.  You know it has to be bad if Brian was worried.  He prefers to stand outside and watch the thunderstorms.

It was scary.  The winds topped 70 mph in our suburb and there was a bit of damage.  Our fence was the only one facing the open marsh that didn’t have chunks missing out of it.  Lighting struck our little crabapple tree in the front shearing off a big branch.  We tried to go down to the lake, but the path was obstructed by fallen trees.  I hate to see all the big trees taken down.  It takes so long to grow them.

Here are some pictures of the damage:

lighting

cleaning up

The path to the lake 

path to the lake

Lightpost bent to the ground by the wind (less than 1/2 mile from our house)

lightpost 

 Did I mention that I hate thunderstorms?  Especially storms that happen at night since you can’t see what’s going on.  At least no one was hurt in the storm, that is what is important.