The sky was getting darker by the second, almost an inky black in some spots. The storm was coming and I was alone, frantically driving to the stable where ten of my horses were outside in their paddocks with no shelter and nowhere to hide.
It was going to be a bad one.
In Alberta, thunderstorms come and go all through the long summer days. They can be ferocious in their power and can’t be taken for granted. Tornadoes could touch down at any time during one of these powerful storms.
I unlocked the gate to the long driveway and checked the sky. Trying to gauge how much time I had before it hit, I realized that I didn’t have enough. The winds whipped around me and the first raindrops began to fall.
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