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I like the Scorpions as much as the next guy (meaning not at all), but I think I’ve been rocked like a hurricane quite enough at this point.

Jeanne arrived on Sunday, and left within twenty-four hours, which was nicer than Frances, I suppose, which caused it to rain for over forty-eight hours straight. Jeanne brought rain, and the back pasture is a lake again, but it wasn’t nearly as much as Frances. The winds seemed higher this time around, but, thankfully, not as many trees were knocked down. Probably because every tree that could have been knocked down already was.

We lost electricity for only a little while on Sunday night, and I took the opportunity to read some Robert Frost by candlelight. Here’s a good one:

The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

That’s how the entire state feels now.

Filed under: Current Events, Literature and Books, Meteorology, Musings on September 28th, 2004