Just before I settled in for the night yesterday evening, I looked at the sky. Thunder was rolling to the north, but the sky was clear to the south. Since the storm was moving northward, I expected a quiet evening.
An hour later, gale force winds were blowing torrential rains sideways,
our rig was shaking side-to-side, and branches were falling on the roof
like hailstones (and, as I learned today, probably were hailstones).
The lights were flickering, and the dogs were terrified. The wind was
so strong, water was seeping in through closed vents and windows. I
wouldn't get ready for bed until the storm subsided, in case a branch
came through the roof.
This morning, Kazumi and I cleaned up the branches that had fallen
around the park. It took three trips with the trailer to remove all the
debris. I keep thinking about how good this is for my health.