The gods are angry. That's what has been going through my mind for the past two days as our area endures the remnant of Hurricane Ida that has stalled directly over top of us. It is now projected that by the end of the day Saturday we could see a total of fifteen inches of rainfall.
Roads are being closed and beaches have disappeared, chewed away by twenty foot waves. The bay to our west has met the ocean to our east turning the area into one enormous swimming pool. The governor has declared a state of emergency, schools have closed, and the few boats that are still in the water now look like orphans - the docks they are tied to having disappeared below the level of the rising waters.
Nearly continuous wind gusts of sixty miles per hour create a sound that has me picturing gigantic demons howling just beyond the walls of our house. Those same walls creak under the strain of standing against the unrelenting wind and suddenly our house seems less sturdy than it did three days ago.
I learned an important lesson today. Do not lean into the open trunk of a car during howling winds. A particularly strong wind slammed the trunk lid down onto my back earlier. I felt like I was in a modern day Little Shop of Horrors - being devoured by a metallic monster rather than a famished plant.
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