At midnight last night I was awakened by a massive storm. I mean MASSIVE. Our neighbors were throwing around the term "tornado" and it sure as hell sounded like it. The wind pounded against our apartment like it was going to rip the door off, and hailstones that must have been the size of rocks kept pummeling the windows. Some people (not us) lost power. It felt like a plague out of Exodus. I was terrified.
It is funny how people adapt to their environments. I spoke with a native Texan friend recently about the differences between here and where I've come from. Here, tornadoes occur often enough so that they do not scare the daylights out of people. If there is a bit of frost or a tiny bit of snow, however, they shut the schools down. Conversely, I think I had one snow day in my entire life, though we got inches and inches every winter. It was normal and they just expected you to deal with it. I do remember getting a day off for a tornado warning though, because tornadoes?? Those were serious!
It's kind of interesting, no?