Wowza! The Chicago area sure is living up to it's nickname*.
I don't mean to mock Mother Nature, but living in Tornado Alley, I've seen worse storms in my day.
In May of 2003, half way through Big Mouse's high school graduation, the gym was evacuated and we were escorted to the center of the school until it was safe to commence with the commencement. We later learned that a tornado touched down just a few blocks away and tore the roofs off several houses.
Today? This is nothing. Here on The Avenue I never heard the sirens, they didn't cancel school, it's business as usual, with the exception of a downed fence panel in my backyard.
And yet, in the back of my head, I can hear my mother and late Aunt Lucy's voices lament, "Koniec Swiata**!" I'll say a prayer just in case, so that my little dogs don't blow away.
*Being a native Chicagoan, I understand that the name Windy City has nothing to do with weather and all to do with the politicians.
**The end of the World.