After several flight delays in Chicago, I arrived to my new home in Washington, DC on June 10th at 2:30 a.m. in the middle of the pouring rain. Exhausted, sore, and soaked, I found the key under the door mat, opened the door and fell asleep for what seemed like several days.
Two months later, I still feel like I’m just waking up, still sore, still soaked, waiting for Irene to hit. It’s been steadily raining all day, but just a steady rain, nothing more. No lightning, no thunder, no strong winds. Just rain that doesn’t let up, never ends. Reports say the worst is yet to come. But it’s quiet now, almost too quiet and still. There’s some satisfaction knowing she’s far away from this, in another part of the country, safe with family. At least there’s that. And although quiet and still, and sore, but dry.