The storm returned even more fierce, just this side of a hurricane. I feared the roof would blow off.
Had I been alone, my terror might have killed me. Having Cory with me was a blessing. Lying in bed, gripping him was holding a life preserver, and I blessed every atom of his body for being there.
He made feel safe, made me feel strong.
The night passed, the day dawned with a heavy rain but the wind had subsided. We went though the day, the night, the next day, and then, the sun came out.
We went outside to fix any damage, move debris, stare at the raging river.
We relaxed some, and spoke gently having survived such a storm.