Hurricane Florence is much more brazen than her name suggests, lifting her skirts and causing a rush of breeze which makes even the proudest palm trees tremble.
The trees in my garden lean away from her advances, occasionally being pushed flat as Florence heaves a mighty sigh. The rain sheets across the landscape, lashing out at windows, walls and any surfaces it finds.
The lightbulbs flicker, but remain glowing for the moment. The windows shake, but remain intact for the moment. The trees bend,
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