[margaretmattson]

Originally Posted by Get real

Thinking back a few years, living in Florida., I remember Hurricane Matthew. I was ready for it, but my wife was not.
When the wind reached a screaming pitch with the trees snapping and threshing, the horizontal streaming rain, flying roofing iron and destroyed fences, as well as the unnerving sound levels, my wife was rooted to the spot. She stared and stared through the glass of the window. Immovable, with her nose pressed to the windowpane, the stark fear in her eyes will stay with me forever. Fortunately, as the eye of the storm arrived and the winds temporarily lessened, I was able to open the door and let her in.
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Thanks for the laugh!