We have some wacky weather in the Tarheel State. For example, stand in your front yard where it is sunny and look across the street at your neighbor’s home to see rain. There’s not much snow but we have snice (snow and ice mix). The humidity in the summertime defies description and how people lived here before air conditioning mystifies me. We have hurricanes.
Seldom, if ever, do we have tornadoes in this part of the state. The last tornado to tag Raleigh visited in 1988. I used to live in a house that hosted that tornado for tea. Before that, it was 1984.
Then there was yesterday. Late afternoon came the beast that ate the piedmont. The estimate of fatalities stands at two dozen as I write this post. According to the most recent report, a total of 62 tornadoes touched down.
Mother Nature’s fury cannot quite be captured in words. One needs pictures to process the destruction. Far be it from me to not deliver.
The pink streaks are the paths of the tornadoes.