Typhoon Season

I woke to the sound of rain hitting the leaves of the alders outside the bedroom windows and beating on the tarp covering the woodshed. In a strange synchronicity, it seems often when a major hurricane threatens the southern United States, we in Alaska are experiencing the death throes of a Pacific typhoon. So I watch television images of wind-lashed reporters and waves of rain breaking across pavement while outside the warm, wet, wind bends the stalks of fireweed and rattles the tin siding.