It seems the loudest thunder and heaviest rain may have passed. I still hear thunder and I still see the sky erupt with lightning bolts and sheets of white-blue light, but it’s not as intense as it was ten minutes ago. There was a time I thought the huge trees outside might not be able to withstand the fierce winds and weight of the water coming down. But now, I think they might be OK; I hope so. I expect to see the street littered with debris from the trees when morning light begins to break. Ach! Another crack of thunder, another bolt of lightning! Maybe it has not passed by, after all.