Beautiful... Indeed beautiful... The impromptu tree crashes to the ground, awakening the neighbor's senses as they jump out of bed to investigate their alarm clock at 2:00 in the morning. No one yells, "TIMBER!!" though.... Water is pouring, not just trickling but pouring through garage doors as it files into the basements of the unprepared people like uninvited guests forcing themselves into a house and demanding the hospitality provided to dear family. There are no pipes broken though... Beautiful might not be the word chosen to illustrate the atrocious moment if the objects allotted 2 feet away could be seen; an impossible task due to the opaque blankets (apocryphal of course) bestowed upon each light the neighborhood is granted. An immutable wall broken only with time. The signs of a hurricane. The wave of fright, crashing the city, sweeping everything in its path into the room of horror. The lucky get out quick enough but the unlucky may never return. The infamous characteristics of Hurricane Irene and Superstorm Sandy. These natural disasters differed greatly in the outcomes they brought, providing me and my family with the decree to find a new way to survive each.
Hurricane Irene and Superstorm Sandy gave people different ways to tolerate each because of the fact that they dealt different dilemmas. For instance, Hurricane Irene brought heavy rains to the party, flooding basements with water (something I luckily don't own). Superstorm Sandy diminished it term, "Super", and brought the common amount of rain, something you could bypass with an umbrella. This would only prove productive if a person was strong enough to control the umbrella from the stalwart winds that are knocking down power lines and chopping the power from the homes like thread, an act played only in Sandy. This opposes Irene, in which the lights did not even flicker for a second. The consequences of the two hurricanes were varied tremendously, one of the main differences of the hazards of the year.
