Final Accounts of January 17th, 2020
December 6th, 2019
Apartment 3A. 7:04am
It's as if the whole world was drowning.
I awoke from idyllic dreams and heavy sleep to the thunderous roar of the storm. I froze with fear as the leaves of nearby Junipers rushed past my home. The branches of my beloved Sycamore tree, the same tree that had once garnered my love and affection, now clawed at my window like a murderous fiend, causing only disdain to grow in my heart. The winds of change knew no limitations as they howled a deafening screech along my bedroom wall. It all came so fast, I had little time to prepare for what was soon to come. This orchestra of frightening atmospheric pandemonium was the preamble to what I can only describe as supernatural chaos. Water rained down as if heaven had been ripped open by the Devil himself and all of God's angels wept for the fall of His kingdom. Cars honked and whizzed past the living room in a panic that echoed the panic stirring in my soul. I knew my time had come, so I lay under the covers in wait for my watery demise. I prayed to a God I had long since forgotten, hopelessly begging for the chance of salvation. The reports online said this day was coming, but I did not anticipate its swift arrival. Debris slammed against my door so loudly it's as if someone were attempting to knock it down. Now, as I curl up on my couch, I wonder what will drown me first; the gushing waters pounding at my front door, or the tears streaming down my cold cheeks.
Apartment 4D. 7:06am
Well that was quick!
The sound of thunder burst through my room, waking me from some very unpleasant dreams. The trees scraping my window outside were a welcome distraction, and as the leaves of countless neighboring trees began rushing past, I eagerly settled in for the storm. The storm the news kept insisting would cause "over $100,000 in projected damage to the area". One more crash of thunder seemed to signal the beginning of rain. Droplets of varying sizes rang out on the roof above in a symphony of crescendos and adagios. I curled up on the couch under a fuzzy blanket and enjoyed the free concert Mother Nature was holding. Unfortunately, She would be playing only one song. After a few minutes, the rain stopped and the clouds began to part, leaving behind a small pool of water at my front door. I was almost disappointed the "storm" didn't cause any more damage. And with that, I threw on some sweatpants and headed down to 3A. I could only imagine what George must have gone through in the days leading up to, and the few minutes during, this so called atmospheric phenomenon. Though as I now knock at his front door, I’m tentatively optimistic he took it fairly well.
