It was intense. Our German Shepherd, Fly, was terrified. She's one of those dogs that's afraid of storms, while our other dog, Dexter, the Labrador-something-or-other-mix, lay sprawled out on the couch with an expression reading "I could really use another pillow. You mind?".
I was a bit on edge myself. Long ago, I lived for four years in a small town (Richlands, N.C.-anyone?) that would blast an alarm every time the threat of a tornado approached. The fire department blasted that dang alarm so often that, to this day, I get crazy anxious whenever a storm rolls through.
No harm was done, though, and afterwards-the SKIES! They were amazing, as if someone had brushed everything outdoors in the faintest hint of blush. These images don't really do the scene justice. It was, if I can muster up the courage to admit it, totally worth the storm.