So if you live in Tulsa you know we finally got a little rain on Friday afternoon. And much needed at that. What we also got, was definitely not as needed.
(This is the part of a movie/TV show where the picture starts to look wavy and fade into a flashback.)
As I was surveying the store, doing my regular cleanings and organization a regular customer of mine walks in the door. We do a usual greeting and he says to me, “You might want to roll up your windows, they are predicting rain today and I just saw lightning.” Well I looked at this gentleman a bit confused, because looking out the window of the shop, it was sunny and the skies were almost clear, but I figured that there was no harm in rolling them up regardless, so I walked out the front door and headed to my car. I still couldn’t understand why I was doing this even as I approached my vehicle, because there were no signs of rain anywhere close, but I proceeded anyway and without a moment to spare, as soon as I got my final window shut, a lone raindrop smacks right into my cheek.
“Interesting and ironic,” I thought to myself, but immediately thanked this customer now turned harbinger. As I walked back inside more and more drops began to fall but nothing to drastic. A few moments passed and the rain falling was nothing to worry about, it was coming down pretty good, and we were all grateful for the relief the ground was receiving, and then, as if out of nowhere, it really started.
There truly is no way of explaining how hard the rain came down except to reference you to the movie Big Fish, you know, when Edward Bloom is in his Charger and it rains so hard that he sees a woman swimming in front of his windshield and when the water finally recedes his car is stuck in a giant Oak tree. OK, sure this may be a bit of an exaggeration, but I’m telling you, it was coming down hard enough to remind me of it. I couldn’t even see my car through the shop windows at points, all I could see was the white flurry of falling rain drops.
During this barrage of water the power was lost. No sound to be heard but the downpour of water, the crashing of verandas, and the snapping of limbs. When the water finally came to a halt, the parking lot was a disaster zone, Lewis Avenue looked reminiscent of the Arkansas River, power line poles were snapped in half like toothpicks. From the aftermath of this storm I thought for sure we would be out of power for the entire weekend, but the very next day at about 10:45, the power burst back through the main breakers and we were up and running again. Not even a gallon of milk spoiled.
(Fade back to the present.)
So though you may have missed the spectacle, you can come in and appreciate the hard work that was put in by service men everywhere to get all businesses up and running again. Why don’t you appreciate it over a hot cup of coffee, or a tall glass of Cold Brew? We will be here, ready and waiting.