I Like Thunderstorms

When I was seven or eight there was a tornado in our area. It didn't touch down for long but it was only a couple miles away from our apartment the entire time. My mom, sister, and I sat in the only room without windows: the bathroom. We put up two mattresses to block us in so we were sitting in the hallway just outside the bathroom. My dad stayed in the living room to listen to the radio. We could see the clouds that formed the tornado just over the apartments before and after the storm. I don't remember being very scared because I didn't really know what was going on. I'd never been in a severe storm before so I didn't know how bad it was or if I supposed to be scared. I still love thunderstorms and rain despite that, too.

@Darjotzahr -- When I heard the tornado approaching, I was certain that nothing good was coming. I've been told that it sounds like a train. It actually sounded like four or five trains.

The freakiest part of it for me at the time were the sirens. The sirens were scarier to me than the threat the tornado posed. I could hear them (couldn't hear the tornado nor actually see it myself) and they were loud.