I come from a place that’s no stranger to storms, a place where Mama restocked the storm shelter each spring and where schools — from kindergarten to college — have tornado drills.
We prepare because we know the rain and wind will come. The tornado might not touch down on our house or our town, but it will surely blow and threaten. We will need to take cover. We will need to find the strongest place in a building or dig shelters deep into the earth. We’ll bow down and cover our heads. And wait.
Others wonder why we stay in a place where our very air twists and destroys. But we know that storms are everywhere. Ice. Floods. Fires. Earthquakes.
No place is immune, and so we stay. We help each other, and we rebuild.
Sure, we’re scared and we’re cautious, but we’re home.
*I don’t know how to credit this picture. It’s being passed around Facebook, and I really wanted to share it here.