Yeah, folks. The tornado alley is another place to expect the unexpected. I don't know if anybody remembers the tornado that devastated Waco, Texas, back in 1953. I was 10 years old at the time and living in Kaufman, Texas, about 30+ miles east of Dallas. We had moved there from Hillsboro, which is just 32 miles north of Waco in 1952. Mom's brother and family came visiting from Sweetwater, out in west Texas. They had lived in Waco until about 1950. We all loaded into their car, all 9 of us, and drove to Waco on the weekend after the tornado. What some sights we saw! I remember a furniture store, with the front wall completely gone, the sides were angled from the ground level at the front, to the full roof height (2 or possibly 3 stories), at the back. On that back wall, on the top floor, was a big Mexican sombrero hanging there like it had never felt the commotion of the tornado!
The tornados were all around me as I grew up. We just kinda accepted it as a happening of nature. Now that I'm in Idaho, where there's very seldom a tornado occurs, I realize just how dangerous it was back in Texas!
I don't miss the tornados, violent thunderstorms, large hail, high humidity, etc. of the weather. Also, I don't miss the chiggers, fire ants, fleas, lots more ticks, 'fire grass', and a lot of other nuisances. I'll have to admit though, that I do miss the sound of a slow steady rain. We only get about 6 to 9 inches of moisture a year, and most of that's snow; but I really love to watch the snow falling.
Look up pictures of Jarrell, Texas, sometime. That small town was wiped off the map, I believe in the late 90s or early 2000s. I miss Texas, but not the weather!