The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

We're all snuggled up in the basement, as snuggled up as we can be, waiting for the storm to pass. The tornado warning blares on the TV, scaring my siblings; Madison is praying. I went outside earlier, to retrieve my books from the car, and I walked through about an inch of water. Tree debris littered our driveway, blocking access to the street.
I wonder how long this will all last, the warnings, the rain, the insanity. I saw so many people out last night and today, celebrating as if it were their last chance to do so. We still have power. I'm still breathing, still blogging. Irene has taken the northeast by fear, mostly.
I called Whole Foods earlier today to see if the store would be closed tomorrow. The woman at customer service said they didn't expect to be very affected by the storm. So I guess we'll see. I just hope there won't be too much flooding when I have to drive there tomorrow.
I find rain the best weather to sleep in; it's almost mandatory in my book. So sleep, I will.

I guess we should be thankful we're only expecting 10 inches of rain, as opposed to that equivalent in snow! I could only imagine what that would be like. This was my deck just a few years ago after a massive storm:

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Be safe, all of you in the affected areas! See you on the flip side.