Miles of farmland box in Columbus to the west and east (hundreds if you count the whole of Indiana). So the tornado sirens wailing before sunset should not surprise anyone.
The clouds swirling unnaturally and the disparity of color in the sky -- pinkish blue sky struck through the obsidian stormfronts -- were the only real surprise as the TV squawked about viewers getting to the basement. I never moved -- the pink and purple splotches on the radar never came close to my territory (that is, my few hundred square feet).
Big chunks of hail fell, reports of funnel clouds were repeated ad nauseum. Something about tornado sirens makes the TV weathermen all tingly. They preempt the world news and spare viewers more bad news from the Fertile Crescent.
Not a bad deal for people in the only profession where you can be wrong 90 percent of the time and have no fear of losing your job....
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