Hurricane Hits Oklahoma
Yes, you heard it here first. Last Tuesday our weatherman mentioned 60 MPH wind gusts and an inch of rain was possible. Being in a heavy drought, we listened casually and tucked ourselves into bed. Around midnight we awoke to sustained straight line winds of 90 MPH, hale the size of golf balls, and torrents of rain.
Poor Barkleah shook so hard his teeth chattered. After wrapping him in a small blanket, we tucked him under the covers, and promised him safety. Then we turned on the TV and heard the words low level hurricane winds. Yep. It was true . After years in the Midwest, we understood tornadoes, but the sound of this wind was an eerie wining so loud that we never heard any of crashing damage hitting the front of our home. We finally settled back into bed to rest, leaving Barkleah on guard duty.
The next morning, Bill wandered outside to gather up the morning newspaper. Thirty minutes later, he returned with a shout. “Honey. We lost the front roof.” For the next hour we surveyed our home. “How could the roof decking be missing without making a sound?” I asked.
We discovered broken rafters, huge holes, and rain damage from the attic, through the second floor, and ending on the first floor. The next two days, were spent mopping up rainwater, tearing out carpets and pads, and drying flooring and furniture. The insurance adjuster is scheduled to arrive a full eight days after the storm.
We count ourselves blessed. No one was hurt and we do have good insurance. Barkleah has forgotten the scary storm and is contented to bark at walking dogs and strangers entering our home. And where else can you have a hurricane in the middle of tornado alley?