I sat up yesterday morning until tropical storm Ike rolled through my area here in western Arkansas with two scared cats lol. We had quite a bit of rain and some moderately high winds. Earlier, I was driving in it returning from some beer, nachos, bowling, and air hockey. The winds rocked my little Honda SUV side to side on it's suspension and I ran through some large puddles. No big deal really.

 

Luckily our area escaped any major damaged from winds, flooding, etc.. I'm amazed at the pics from Houston/Galveston. I'm really shocked at the damage as well as the low casualty count.

 

Sitting and listening to the storm gave me some odd impressions. Ike had become a tired phantom, blasting away with it's remaing energies. The storm had carried out it's sorrowful mission and was fading like an old ghost. It was like a haunting.... I've never had such a strong and strange feeling from a storm.

 

As soon as the storm was over, frogs began chirping simultaneously as if on cue. It was Nature's 'all's-clear' signal.....

 

--Badger