As it headed north, the rain fell evenly and gently, even with the winds pulling off moss and dead limbs from the trees.
With the window open all night, I listened to the gentle steadiness of the wind - a relentlessl ebb without the flow, a lingering whispering exhale.
The same occurred during another hurricane a few years ago. The hurricane crossed the state, south of us. All through the night, this gentle breathing of a wind that was ravaging the land many miles away.
Hurricanes are not this pleasant experience at all, except when laying there far from its destructive power.
There is also, of course, an awareness of suffering by those caught in the storm's way, which keeps sleep away.
From a distance, as the song points out so wisely, the wind is peaceful and for the moment, calming.
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