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  • Most of you have probably heard of the unpredictable, twisting storm stalking the east coast. Some of you have perhaps even witnessed Sandy's battering rage first hand. Right now, at this very moment, the toe of this ferocious hurricane has just stepped over Boston and is drenching the streets with unmerciful tears. Yellow leaves are twisting through the air in panick, and the trees thrash their arms and groan in protest. There's something falling from the sky---rain? Hail? Snow?---There's no way to tell. But still, this shower is just a baby compared to some storms i've seen; Where thunder snarls deafeningly none-stop, lightning flashes you blind, and ice-rain comes down in sheets until you can't see the other side of the street. Right now, Sandy's throwing out her worst a little down south, but we know where she's headed. Firewood? Check. Flashlights? Check. Extra ice? Check. Radio? Check. Blankets? Check. Getting ready for a storm is the best part. But then the fury's right there, engulfing you, no place to run, and the fear kicks in. Five-minute blackouts are fun, but when the light doesn't come back for minutes....and hours...you start to worry. People have lost everything to these storms, that much I know. As I write this, I keep peeking out the window to the strange landscape it reveals. the neighbor's windchime is playing frantically, the world is gray. But we'll make it through this one, I know we will. I still can't see, though, why the schools had to be shut down today; I would have been in science class right now, glancing out the window at the drenched courtyard, recess canceled for the day... after all, the storm is still mellow...for now........
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