My small city has three tornado sirens. To say they’re loud would be an understatement. One siren is about 200 feet from my house. It’s deafening even with windows closed. I call it the BFS.
Let me explain how it works. The sky darkens with clouds. Rain begins to fall. Lightning flashes across the sky. The rain becomes heavy and turns into a gully-washer. The lightning intensifies and thunder rolls across the city. After a while the lightning and thunder fade away and the rain slows then stops. The sky becomes brighter. Then the siren sounds off.
Maybe it’s not a tornado siren. Maybe it’s a no-tornado siren. Or maybe it’s just the city’s way of saying, “Missed us again, Mother Nature. Nah-nah-nah.”
It’s probably not a good idea to taunt Mother Nature. Especially considering that the city has already been hit by tornadoes several times with loss of life. Whoever is throwing the switch on that missed-us-again siren is playing with fire. Dear city government: don’t say I didn’t give you a heads-up.
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