The sonic booming rattled our windows. Lightning flashed on and off and on again like a strobe light. And the rain, it came (at last) with an eery violence that kept Troy and me both awake. We’d lost power, of course, so I pulled out my cell phone and typed in weather.com, curious as I was to know if a tornado was coming, or the world was ending. “Hey babe,” I whispered, when the website finished loading, “it says here there’s a severe thunder storm warning in effect.” ”Is that so?,” replied my husband, dryly, over the in your face howling of the wind. And I giggled at myself, for having stated the obvious.
Last night, I felt very small and vulnerable.