On why the storms before the rainbow comes matters....
By the ruby Turtle hippie times on June 04, 2014
During tornado season, when Jessi and I were little girls - and I'm talking pre-Loren and Will here - my dad would tell us to set our shoes by our bedside in case we needed to get up and head to a shelter in the middle of the night. I don't ever remember needing to get up in the middle of the night, but I do remember that I slept hard and didn't worry because my dad would make sure we'd get to safety if a storm got close. There were nights that the wind was fierce and we lost trees. . . .