I just got back from a little hurricane adventure

While Mom and I were sitting on the front porch, we heard the heavy metal door to Dad’s shop slamming against the wall. At first she told me to not worry about it, but then she gave me permission to go close it if I could. I had tried to secure the door yesterday, but Dad had reversed the latch from its original position for easy entry from the outside. As a result, the shop door does not close easily. Since it does not rain here very often, we usually do not have to worry about this inconvenience, but on days like this it poses a problem. Anyway, I had to hunt down a raincoat, finding only the London Fog one which we have not used for a couple of years since somehow one of the sticky rat traps became attached to it and we were never able to remove the adhesive. I got in the Mule and drove to the shop, and I was horrified to find that the wind was much stronger out there. I made my way into the shop via the open south entrance, and went to the door. At first I put a couple of “heavy” toolboxes behind the door, but I sudden gust rammed open the door and sent me sprawling backwards and knocking over the toolboxes. Having got back up, I grabbed hold of the door again, but the wind suddenly sucked it shut and I felt the grind of the hard sheet metal against my fingers as I pulled them back–I had come but millimeters from getting my fingers chopped off. After sending a hasty prayer of thanks, I then tried to secure the door by using the latch, but it left the door open by about five inches and I was afraid the wind would be able to push it out of the way. Finally, I picked up more toolboxes and barricaded the lower part of the door with them. This seems to have done the trick. By the time I walked back out of the barn, the rain had become so hard that it felt like it could scratch one’s face, and it had become so heavy that I could barely see the house. Upon my return, Mom expresses her gratitude that I had finally returned: my prolonged absence had deeply worried her.
-One of the mats outside just slammed against the back door; it is becoming frightening.

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