This Week: Hurricane Ike

The last hurricane I went through was way back in 1980.  I don't remember much about it other than looking out the window of the shelter when the eye passed over and seeing a pink sky.  This was very different.  Ike came on shore in the middle of the night.  The darkness seemed to intensify the howling of the wind.  I slept in my closet because it was the only place that would be safe if the windows blew out.  This time when the eye passed over, I lay there listening to the silence broken only by the dripping water and bracing myself for the second half of the storm.