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Carol Perkins: The Wind and the Window

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By Carol Perkins

Before we left for what I call our "Covid" cruise, I pushed my patio furniture against the back wall of the porch under the roof. I hadn't moved any of it when the rain came that caught me in its path.

I took my coffee to my favorite wicker rocking chair under the porch and thought about the day. What I was going to do, that sort of thing. When the sprinkles began, I didn't go inside but enjoyed watching as it grew a little steadier, bouncing off my flowers. I took pictures and sent to my granddaughter to rub in the fact we had rain and they had had nothing but drought for two months.

As I continued to snap pictures, the rain fell more rapidly and harder. I backed my chair under the roof, but still had no room to escape the blowing rain. Guy opened the patio door, "Don't you think you need to come inside?" I looked at my dilemma. "I can't get through the furniture." He laughed as the rain soaked me.

In seconds, the rain and wind joined forces. I knew I was in trouble when the hail hit the deck.

By then, I was wet and scrambling for security. The living room windows were behind me, so I knocked on one of them. Guy knew what I wanted. I climbed through to safety and watched as the ferrous winds continued, snapping limbs and tossing them to the ground. I was amid straight-line winds or a small tornado.

The aftermath left huge limbs lying around the yard that would require a chainsaw. Worse than the limbs, however, was our lack of phone and television service on this Saturday afternoon. "Should you call SCRTC?" Guy asked. (I have to do the calling!) I was sure we weren't the only ones without service, and I didn't want to be a bother. Three hours later, I called to discover no one else had reported an outage. My neighbor and I were the only ones without service because lightning struck our outside boxes. Thank goodness SCRTC sent out a familiar face to fix the problem. I was so glad to hear his voice. (Thanks Anthony.)

As for climbing in the window, I surprised myself that I could get my knee up high enough to step over the threshold. When I watched the wind whip the rain sideways, I knew I might be next. Guy lovingly reminded me that it would take a "pretty strong wind" to blow me away. Men!

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