St. Louis Hurricane

In the wee hours of the morning I awoke to another St. Louis Hurricane, where wee hours of the morning equal 11 am and and St. Louis Hurricane equals rain and 84 mph winds. Once in one of these storms the table got picked up off our deck, torn from it's base, and thrown like a frisbee though two yards of trees, coming to rest by the shores of the lake. I'm a pretty deep sleeper, but what woke me was the screeching of heavy metal* chairs being dragged across the pool deck and cast into the waters below. The trash can, too. Newspapers are now floating around in the pool like flotsam and jetsam...

* - Bad and initially unintentional pun