LOL! You’ve heard of “hurricanes”? What we have here this evening is the politically correct version: a fine personicane.
Wind is wailing, whaling, howling, yowling, blasting, bumping…auuughhh! Unclear whether we’ll get any rain: the wind is carrying on so dramatically it may freakin’ blow the rain
away!
The house’s rafters groan. The trees dance and bend. The back-porch ficus plants flap back and forth in their pots. Wunderground predicts winds of 13 to 17 mph… Yeah: sure, fellas. When 13 mph reaches escape velocity, you’ll have that right!
Ohhh well.
Think the daawg is wrung out — hope so, anyhow, ’cause I don’t wanna go out in that again this evening and you can be DARN sure she won’t go out there cheerfully.
Or., most likely, at all.