I couldn't sleep last night, so I was scrolling through old photo albums on Facebook. I came across "Hurricane Ike, September 2008" and realized it's been just over five years since that storm cut its fierce swath from Africa, over Cuba and made a direct hit on the Texas Gulf Coast, where I was living at the time.
Hurricanes are wicked and unpredictable. The only thing you can count on, for sure, is that when they strike, what you fear most will come to fruition.
No matter how well you get ready for the storm, by battening down the proverbial hatches, boarding up your windows, stockpiling water and non-perishable foods, powering up your generator and finding what you think is a safe spot to ride out the storm, nothing ever prepares you for the complete and utter devastation and destruction that awaits when the winds have dulled from a roar to a whisper and you peer out into the first light.
Like death and taxes, the only thing guaranteed is that your world will be turned upside down.