A New Kind of Storm

A New Kind of Storm

“You can take the girl out of the South but you can’t take the South out of the girl.”

I’m from the good ol’ south- which means I love sweet tea, I often stretch one syllable words into three, I’ll slap a monogram on anything that will sit still long enough… and I know what to do when a storm rolls in.

Learning proper tornado etiquette for an Alabama girl is like a baby learning to walk, sooner or later it just happens. Southern Mamas start sending their kids to the basement with a flashlight, blanket and bicycle helmet before they are good and potty trained. It’s just how we roll.

You’d be hard pressed to find a child in Alabama that hasn’t had to flood the hallway at some point, get down on their knees and put a book over their head. That’s just how we do it and rightfully so considering my home state averages around 23 tornados each year. Yikes!


So you can imagine how completely unprepared I was for todays weather excitement.

Around 5:30 pm this evening I was leaving the gym when I noticed a crowd of ladies around the door slinging on abayas, chattering frantically and snapping photos with their phones. I continued to walk past them when one lady warned me to be careful going outside.

Little did I know, a little storm had been brewing.


When I got outside I noticed that it was dark… like 10pm dark… when it should have been daylight.

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As I hurried to the car the wind was whipping my abaya all over the place and I felt like someone was throwing sand in my eyes and mouth. After I hopped in the car I wiped the dirt from my face and asked my hubby what exactly was going on.

Turns out we were having a sandstorm. ¬†And one that some locals have said is the worst they’ve ever seen. Who knew?

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In approximately ten minutes it went from a clear sky to a red, hazy cloud of dirt and dust. We didn’t have any trouble getting home, but running from the car to the apartment without getting dirt in your mouth, eyes, hair and all over your skin was next to impossible.

This picture was on a news website and shows the progression of the sand storm.


So, although my tornado storm knowledge isn’t likely to do me a bit of good in these parts, at least now I can check “Experience Crazy Middle Eastern Sandstorm” off my bucket list.

Now who is willing to come help me clean this mess up?

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