I think I speak for us all when I say that Hurricane Dorian can pack up its bags and go out to sea. Honestly, it has really outstayed its welcome; well, actually no one really invited it to tear through the Bahamas and rumble all the way up to the northeast coast. Anyone who has lived in the northeast has probably lived through a hurricane or two. When I was still living at home, we would always tape up the windows in case of breakage, and hunker down together when the storm hit.
Fortunately, we never had any damage, but it was pretty scary. Those winds actually do howl, and sometimes houses shake in the storm. All pets would run downstairs and cower together, and the people pretty much did the same.
When I lived in Texas, there were often tornados. Now those are scary; they actually do sound like a freight train overhead. One of them passed right over where I lived, and at the time I had only one cat; Billie. I picked her up with one hand and with the other grabbed the mattress off my bed. We got into the bathtub, and I put the mattress over us.
But Billie wasn’t having it; she was completely fearless about all the howlings winds. I stopped counting how many times I got out of the tub to get her. Finally, I realized that the wind had stopped and the sun was coming out. It seems that Billie was trying to let me know that all the *sturm and drang was over with.
All that said, I don’t think I’m the only one who wishes that Hurricane Dorian would fizzle out and just leave the area. Boy, some hurricanes just don’t take a hint!