We had a little bit of bad weather here in DC today.
My son Alexander is in his final week of serving on his elementary school's Safety Patrol, a job that comes with a shiny badge, the power to move orange cones from storage to the street, and the power to tell kids younger than him WALK DO NOT RUN. I knew he'd be standing outside of his school just as a strong line of storms with a possible tornado was about to sweep through DC. I ran from my house, flew like a banshee (or some other vaguely medieval but very swift creature) to the school (a ten minute walk that I accomplished in 2.5 minutes), grabbed him and all the other Safety Patrol kids and made them RUN DO NOT WALK back into school. In the mass panic that ensued,
- the sky turned green
- the loudest thunder I have ever heard crashed around us
- limbs tumbled from trees
- a tempest whirled
- rain such as Noah once saw drenched us
The storms passed quickly, and thirty minutes later we were home. Alex walked through the door, collapsed on the floor, and broke down in tears. He could only be brave for so long.