Let’s be real for a minute. If you know horses, then you are no stranger to the prairie. In fact, there is no way that you could be considered a stranger. For a lot of you, the prairie is home.
There’s something awfully familiar and comforting about the prairie. Maybe it is the flatness. With no mountains or forests to obstruct your view, it seems like you can see for ever and ever. One of my favorite things to do growing up was to see the storms come rolling in over the prairie. I would see the clouds in the distance and know exactly what to expect in the future. Sometimes I would ride my horse out to a small hill and use it as a vantage point. There, I would be able to see for miles and miles. It was a powerful feeling being able to look over everything. In some ways, I felt like God.
But when the storms rolled in, I knew that I definitely wasn’t. These prairie storms were like no other. Lightning would crack down and the thunder would rumble. The rains would be hard and strong. We had to be careful where we traveled because we knew that the road could be washed out from flooding.
Perhaps the scariest moments were when the tornadoes hit. You could feel that there was something wrong in the air. All of the horses would be restless. And then, in a sickly green sky, you would see a funnel cloud coming down, ready to strike.