Tropical Storm Isaac is far enough away, but his flailing forearms arms are soaking us with wind and water. This is the kind of weather that forces you to stay inside, that makes you have to consider the wisdom of doing normal things, like driving your car, like buying milk. It turns you into a reverse of a peeping Tom, staring out the windows at nature arguing with itself: rain going sideways, palms flapping like flags. It turns the screens into abstract paintings. It pushes at the door.
Weather sent to remind us that we're not in charge.