Last night I watched 2 heavy set ladies dancing in their yard. They provided their own soundtrack as the rain soaked them, singing, "Come On Irene" to the tune of Dexys Midnight Runner's, "Come on Eileen." They swayed and laughed, their very own rain dance.
In the middle of the night, Irene did come. We were fortunate to have little damage and injuries. Just water, wind, and some downed branches.
Goodbye Irene. Don't come again.