When it rains...

I woke to hear the doors blown shut by the wind and jumped up to get away from the flashing windows. The lake was in the direct path of a tremendous storm traveling east in the wee hours this morning. As a precaution, the electrical cords were pulled from their outlets, windows latched, deaf dog checked and noted to be sleeping peacefully. Downpour fills the boats and awnings.

It doesn't seem like we'll dry out unless we move west of the Gulf of Mexico.