I was terrified of this storm. Seeing people in the grocery-stores armed with suitcases, filling them with bottled water, scared me badly. But when I woke up this morning and saw that my campus wasn’t flooded and that the wind and rain had already died down, I calmed down.
Later, I went down to our nearby town with some friends, and for the first time really believed that there had been a serious storm during the night. There is a bridge that runs over a highway here, and when we reached the bridge, we realized that instead of a road, we had a new river. There was a car stranded in the middle, lonely and almost entirely submerged. The back window was open, and I worried that someone had somehow gotten stuck and had to escape through it. I don’t know if I’ll ever find out.
This is the nearest I’ve ever come to being around a natural disaster. I’m extremely thankful.