I've never particularly liked storms. Back in Hudsonville, we had this huge old oak tree in our backyard. We built this amazing tree house in it for the kids. Thing was, I think Doc and I liked it more than the kids. It was a bit high. When we had good, Michigan, summer storms, with lightning flashing and great booms of thunder, I would lay in bed at night terrified that the great oak would fall on my bed. Each flash of lightning traced a silhouette of branches jerking in the wind. I sweated out each storm, clutching my covers tight.
Now I'm siting here listening to a typhoon rage outside. A typhoon sounds so much more exotic and threatening than a hurricane, but they're the same thing only in different oceans. All day long this storm has been brewing and growing. Now we are about 2 hours from the expected height. I really can't imagine anything worse than this. Doors are banging, the wind is howling and rain is pounding. Siren continue to wail as ambulances drive past. I can barely see out the window, it's all a blur. When I stand up, I can feel the floor shuttering under my feet.
So it might be a movie marathon night. I know I'm not getting much sleep. I'm just hoping work and school are cancelled tomorrow so I can make up on the sleep I will be loosing tonight.