Today is my youngest sons birthday he is just turning 10 and we have exactly 15 children here to help him celebrate his birthday.
My house is very small,only 540 square feet,i bedroom living-room,kitchen and a crawlspace for a basement.
Sure hope it doesn't rain,I said to my husband Steve.
As of right now there were only a few dark clouds foaming in the sky and a forecast saying a chance of storms later in the afternoon,so hopefully we can get this party over with before the rain comes.

The kids were outside running all over playing a game of tag,when we heard the distant thunder.

Steve said well Hun it is better to be safe than sorry we better get the kids in before we get a downpour,so I started calling them to come into the house when a flash of lightning lite up the sky.
Everyone including me screamed and the kids swarmed me at the door to the house.
Hang on everyone I said,you all can't fit in the door at one time,but somehow,they all managed.
The black clouds we had seen were now turning a greenish color and I knew it was not a good sign.
The wind was starting to pick up and Steve yelled I'm going to the crawlspace to set up the birthday party,I looked at him like he was nuts,but the look on his face was concern and I knew why.
We had a storm coming all right and it could very well blow this house apart so we had to get these kids to safety without them knowing what was going on.

One by one I handed Steve the boys and one by one Steve placed them on the floor of our dirt floor basement.These little boys with their best clothes on sitting on the dirt floor,yea I don't think their parents would like this scene,lol.

Just as the last child was put down into the basement a big gust of wind flew through the house and I raced over and shut the kitchen window just in time to see the funnel shaped cloud moving our way.
I said nothing,I headed to the fusebox switched off the power,then grabbed my purse ,cat and my dog and headed for the basement.

Steve said,whats going on the power is off,I said no I shut it off,to make it more scary down here for the kids.
He knew I never would do that,but he looked in my eyes and saw I was really afraid.I got downstairs just as the wind roared and the house started to shake.
As I closed the trap door,I knew we were in for one heck of a storm and prayed we would remain safe.
The boys were all huddled in a corner,until my husband got out the flashlights and gave each one a flashlight.
They each put the

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