sirens in the dungeon

Brandon and I had only been here a few weeks when we first heard the sirens. We were downtown getting my new driver's license and were walking back to the car after a delicious sushi lunch. As if handing over my CA driver's license were no traumatic enough--yes, I did shed a few tears--we suddenly heard this horribly loud, wailing siren coming from who knows where. Now I HATE loud noises, especially unexplained loud noises. My heart was racing, my hands started shaking, and my mind was going straight to all those stories about the Cold War era bomb raid drills. I plugged my ears, looked around, and suddenly felt like I was the only one who could hear the noise. No one else looked scared or even nervous. No one had their ears plugged. I think Brandon may have even been laughing (not at me of course!). We did not find out that day what caused the siren. In fact, we did not figure it out until we were sitting in our dungeon last night.
I started making dinner a little later than usual last night because we had eaten some cookies on our way in the door. I was about 2/3 of the way through cooking my chicken and was just about to get the gravy going when I heard that wailing siren. My heart started beating faster, I turned off the stove, and quickly turned on the TV. My mind was once again in the Cold War. Thankfully, the TV station was not having a commercial break! This was it, a tornado warning. What do we do? I sent Brandon next door to the neighbor's to find out what we were supposed to do, and thankfully no trees were falling over then!! When he came back he said they were going under the stairs and suggested we do the same. Well, with all of the cleaning supplies, stand mixer, crock pot, vaccuum, and who knows what else down there, I thought we might be safer in the dungeon. So, I grabbed our laptop, Brandon got some books and a couple of chairs, and we made our way down there. I was going to sit in a chair, but the combination of dead bugs on the ground and lack of wireless connection added up to me sitting on the wooden stairs. We sat down there for 15 minutes or so, and didn't really hear much other than a light breeze and the wailing siren. (A small tornado--F-0--did touch down not far from us,but no one was hurt even though several buildings were damaged). We finally decided it was safe to go back up around 7:25.
By that time our cookies were no longer keeping us full, so after I packed a few more items to bring down in case of another warning (there was the possiblity of 2 more), I finished making dinner. The rest of the night was--thankfully--rather uneventful. We had dinner and talked about the excitement and God's sovereignty in all of this. Brandon was of course calm throughout the whole process, and I was, of course, not calm. I am so thankful to have a husband who is rooted in his view of God so deeply that even in a time that certainly seemed like a crisis to me that he was able to remain absolutely calm and even laugh about it while it was going on. I thought about it quite a bit more throughout the night, and I hope that next time I will not be as scared. I am so glad to know that in all of this there is a God who is in control and in whom I can trust even for my life here on earth. I am also glad that the siren mystery has been solved.