I really, really, really hate tornadoes.
My family minus one went to the Braves game last night, and it was fantastic, once it started. At 6:30 we were on our way, and I checked weather.com from my SUPER AWESOME phone and saw we were under a tornado warning. Warning. That's the one where they've already seen one on the ground. They'd seen one relatively close to my home and where my youngest sister was working, and it was headed closer. Mom and Dad call Cara and tell her to take cover. I begin crying in the backseat.
The good news was that the storm was moving fast, so if something was going to happen it would happen soon.
The great news is that nothing happened. I don't know what happened to that tornado but it didn't come close to Cara's work or our home.
So I calmed down. As we walked into the stadium, I checked weather.com again. New tornado warning. This time for downtown Atlanta. Hi. That's where we are. Cue Leah's second freak out of the evening. As we walked the halls of the luxury level where Dad had gotten our tickets, he pointed out to me that we were basically in a solid block of concrete. I told him I'd rather be underground, but eventually realized he had a point. Then I checked weather.com AGAIN and found out that the tornado warning had been canceled! Fabulous.
Then the rain started. (The game was already on rain delay but there'd been no rain so far.) It started and BOY DID IT RAIN. Heavy, ferocious rain with crazy gusts of wind. But we found some inside bar seats and chilled until it passed.
This was our view. There was torrential rain outside that window, though you can't tell from the picture.
All of the sudden Mom turned around and said, What's that light over there?
So I went to check it out and this is what I saw:
(it was still totally grey out our window.) Incredible.
So after an hour and forty minute rain delay, the game started. The Braves won and popped into
second place. It was awesome.
But seriously. I hate tornadoes.