<div style="font-size:10pt;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:black;"><div style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:black;">Sorry, I sent this to group 2 the first try.<br><br><br>-----Original Message-----<br>From: tuchyner5@aol.com<br>To: group2@bluegrasspals.com <group2@bluegrasspals.com><br>Sent: Thu, Apr 29, 2021 10:49 am<br>Subject: Leonard's comments on Cleora's work<br><br></div><div id="yiv6580567942"><div style="font-size:10pt;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color:black;"><p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Very interesting weather experiences. </span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Each one was quite distinctive. <span style=""> </span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">It was well written and full of
intgerestingdetails and facts.<span style=""> </span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">There were a few typos and one sentence I would
redo. </span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">But all in all this was a fine rendition.</span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Cleora sub for April</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Creeped Out</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">I bagged the trash and headed out the door. All
the slots under the car port of the two story apartment building across from
the apartment I was living in during the mid-1980s, were in their places. One
resident was turning down the North side of their building. Probably Headed for
the laundry, I thought. It was too early for the office to be open, and most
people were still asleep at this hour on a Saturday morning.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Following the landing around, I skipped down the
stairs and turned toward the dumpsters at the South end of the complex. It was
a bright sunny spring morning. Around the fourth or fifth car on my side, I
slowed. I had a disturbing feeling I was being followed. I looked behind me. The
light was dim in the early morning dawn. There was no one there. Ahead of me,
the sun was bright and shiny. Hum, I thought and walked on, but I couldn't
shake the feeling. I looked behind me again. There was a slight breeze, and the
air felt heavy and damp. Suddenly, I realized it was darker behind me than in
front. I looked up. Spread over the access road between the two buildings, and
just high enough to pass over was a dark grey cloud creeping along at the speed
I was walking. I stopped and stared at it. Did it stop? It didn't seem to be
moving. Or, was it? It wasn't raining behind me. Everything in front and behind
me was dry. I looked up again. I definitely had a dark low hanging cloud on my
tail. I decided to go ahead and take the trash to the dumpster as planned and
quickened my pace. I glanced up from time to time. It was still there, keeping
pace with me. At the dumpster, I tossed in the bag, and was then gripped with
the realization I was going to have to somehow get around this ominous cloud and
back to my apartment.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">By now, the edge of the cloud was just above me.
The carport for my building was a few feet away. Rain began to fall as I
arrived under the cover of the first spot. I walked along under the port until
I reached the slot next to the stairs up to my apartment. I watched the cloud
migrate lazily along until I could go up the stairs without getting wet.
Grinning and shaking my head, I wondered how I could have been so creeped out
by a big, dark, low hanging, slow-moving cloud, and hurried to my computer to
write down the experience.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Discriminating Rain</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">It was ten or fifteen years later. I had moved
into a house by that time. It was an early summer day, and I had come home for
lunch. I hit the garage door opener button and drove into my garage.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Inside, I went about the business of making my
lunch. Then I noticed water running off my house. But, I thought, it's not
raining. My first assumption was that some kids were playing a practical joke
by using a hose to run water on my roof. I went to the patio window. Sheets of
water were pouring off the roof and I could see drops from a heavy rain beating
down on the patio. Perplexed, I went to the front door. The sun was shining
brightly, and there was not a drop of water to be seen. At the patio window, a
heavy rain continued to fall. Okay, I thought. What are the chances? The rain
lasted for several minutes and only fell in the back yard. Not a single drop
fell in the front.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Angry Rain</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">On May 11, 1970, I was watching the Carol
Burnett Show. They were singing “Raindrops Are Falling On My Head.” Outside,
raindrops were falling, and the program was being frequently interrupted with
reports of potentially dangerous storms in the area of Wolfforth--a town
several miles to the Northwest of our location. My roommate and I were living
in an apartment building with eight three room apartments. Four on the first
floor and 4 on the second. Our apartment was on the first floor across from the
manager. Our door was open. The heat that day had been oppressive. Driving home
from school, it felt like the heat was bouncing off the asphalt. I had planned
to visit my friend at Lubbock Christian College, but because the heat was so
oppressive, I told Barbara, “Let's go home, We can visit her in the morning
before she leaves.” Having grown up in the panhandle of Texas, I was quite used
to thunderstorms. I kept telling my friend there was nothing to worry about. I
didn't know why people always got so excited about a heavy rain. I remembered
my folks standing at the back porch window when we had a storm. I realize now,
they were watching the clouds for tornadic activity. When they were young, the
technology we have today didn’t exist, and people knew how to “read the clouds”
so they could take shelter if necessary. At that time, I had never seen or been
in a tornado. Strangely enough, while I was preaching this sermon, I was going
around the apartment </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">storing </span></u></b><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">everything I could either in the closet or in a drawer. Barbara
watched me, mystified.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">What<span style="">
</span>sermon were you preaching.</span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Suddenly, the manager came to our door. “Come
on,” he ordered. “We have to get into the basement.”</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Everyone in the building was rounded up and we
were ushered down the stairs into the cellar. As soon as the musty smell of
dirt reached my nostrils, I wanted to turn around and run back out, but my way
was blocked by the other residents. As the tornado passed over, I felt dirt
falling on my head. It sounded like the building was being lifted up.
Eventually everything settled down as the danger passed. As it happens, we were
at the outer edge of the storm.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">We came out and surveyed the damage. The man in
the apartment on the top Southeast corner had moved his truck up beside the
building to protect it. This was the only corner of the building that was
damaged, and the wind had dropped the debris on his vehicle after depositing a
tree trunk in their tub. For this reason, I refuse to take shelter in a tub
during a storm. This man, we learned from his wife, had left as soon as we came
out of the basement to go looting.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">It sounds like you went looting rather than the
man who owned the vehicle.</span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><b><u><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"><span style="text-decoration:none;"> </span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"><span style=""> </span>In our
apartment, the glass in the windows in our living room was blown completely
out, but, the curtains, were hanging as if nothing had happened. My research
paper that was due on Monday, was soaked. Not sure why it hadn't been one of
the things I put in a drawer. The red pot with my Jacobs plant was still
sitting on the window sill, well-watered, and undisturbed. None of the leaves
were so much as nicked, and There weren't any pieces of glass or anything in
the pot. The apartment building to the north looked like a building under
construction. The roof was gone, there was no glass in any of the windows, and
no furniture was visible in any of the rooms. To the north of that building,
the house had collapsed into the basement killing all inside. In contrast to
the earlier intense heat, it was uncomfortably cold, and a heavy fish smell
hung in the air.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">A brick had gone through the back window of Barbara's
car. The glass was completely gone, but nothing else was damaged. There was no
piece of glass or brick that was larger than the tip of my little finger.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">The Citizen Bank Tower was visibly twisted. I
don't know to what angle, but it was like a giant hand had reached down and
turned it clockwise. If you stood at a distance, you could watch it sway back
and forth. The news speculated that there may have been as many as 300
tornadoes in the area that night.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">For years, When a storm came up I would go to a
friend's house that had a bomb shelter until the storm passed. I stopped doing
that after one night when I was on my way, I had to drive through flooded
streets. I could feel the water coming into my car and soaking my feet in the
floorboard. As I was driving down 19th Street, I heard a roar over my head that
might have been a tornado passing over. The next day, the news reported that
there had been a movement in the cloud at about where I was at that time. After
that, I decided I was safer staying where ever I was. Now, that I no longer
drive, I have no other choice. After I moved to Fort Worth, I would relive that
experience every time I drove under a railroad track with a train passing
overhead. It sounds much the same as what I heard in the basement that night.
The PTSD from this experience lasted close to 50 years. I didn't even realize
that was what it was until all the discussion of soldier’s returning from war
torn areas. I can definitely understand the affect a terrifying experience can
have on one's life.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Slanted Rain</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">When I was young, we lived on a little acreage
out in the country off Highway 214. One evening in the late '50s or early '60s,
I was standing on the front porch looking to the east. There, one or so miles
away, was a small dark cloud with what looked like dark yarn streaming down to
the ground at roughly a five degree angle. It took a while for me to realize I
was watching it rain in the distance. The cloud was either moving very slowly,
or there was a light breeze blowing under the cloud just enough to cause the
rain to fall at an angle.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">Pulling Trees</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">One evening in 2000, a thunder storm came
through my neighborhood. That is not unusual in an area referred to as tornado
alley. Having been in a tornado, I was nervous. I opened my front door to look
out. The Arizona Elm with a 45 foot canopy was twisting and bunched together at
the top like a huge hand had grasped it and was trying to pull it up.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;">It is easy to think that whatever is happening
weatherwise where we are is also happening everywhere else around us, but that
is not the case. I’m not sure I would have realized that if it hadn’t been for
the experience of the cloud between the apartment buildings or the one over my
house. In Fort Worth, it is not unusual to drive through torrential rain for a
mile or two and then ride for a while in bright sunshine before driving through
another distance of heavy rain. In the case of the cloud over my house, maybe
it started to drop its rain as it moved past the middle of my roof, and then
continued south, never dropping any rain on the front; similar to the cloud
that was moving between the apartment buildings. What is interesting to me, is
that all of these clouds, if moving, were either moving North or South, not
East or West.</span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p>
<p class="yiv6580567942MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:normal;background:white;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:sans-serif;color:black;"> </span></p><br></div></div></div>