I think it was April '19. We were early in the Severe Weather season, and this day, a Thursday wasn't any exception. I was wrapping it up for the day and it was very early afternoon when multiple tornado warnings were starting to be issued, one of which was in the eastern half of the county I had been working in as I was headed back in that direction. The sky was starting to grow even more ominous looking, and the rain was starting to pick up in intensity, so I pulled off onto an exit and hit the highway back into town over the interstate.
A few miles inward and in the nearest town, it grew so much worse that I pulled over into a parking lot and made a run into another one of my stores to take shelter. But at one point, the sky was nearly pitch black, not a bird was in the sky and there wasn't so much as a noise to be heard. It was quiet. Too quiet. The tornado was near, but luckily, it was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. The tornado was one thing, but the lack of everything life was just eerie.