Billy D Pearson

Winds of Strife Billy D Pearson

that sound came from the back of e house, was that the sound of a shotgun that had just been fired? Rushing to the back door, horrified at what I was looking at, a large limb had just broken of a huge Box Elder tree and was laying partly on the house. The wind was bending all the trees over then twisting them around.stepping out the back door horrified at what I could see; I would like to scream; but what good would that do? Huge black clouds rolling over and over moving our way where did they come from? I had come in the house more than 30 minutes ago and all was nice and calm. OH MY! there goes a tree over I must act quick was my thoughts, about that time a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky and set off a bang louder than I had ever heard; my feet froze; I must get a hold of myself. Running back in the house yelling for the twins to come quick, lifting the baby from the crib grabbing some blankets and with the boys out the door we ran for the cellar. As I grab the door a huge burst of wind caught one of the boys and rolled them across the ground like a ball. Quickly down the steps with the baby in my arm and one boy by the other hand, taking them to the back of the cellar laying the baby in the tater bin along with Mike. Back out the door to find Ike, struggling through the strong wind, finding him by the fence, back to the cellar we fought our way. Stumbling through the door, the deafening roar of the sound of a freight train on top of us, fighting with all my strength to close the door.