I scampered around the river checking the water level at 4:30pm Wednesday, about an hour before Typhoon Roke’s strongest point hit us. The flood warning lights were flashing, the stairwells were partially submerged, and what’s normally a peaceful waterfall gushed torrents of water. But what most impressed me was the noise. We live less than a mile from the southern end of the flight line, so we often get deafening pre-take off jet noise. Our house is at the foot of an embankment, so I’d hear what I first thought was jet noise, only to see rain, leaves and debris come swooshing down the hill toward me. The wind roared its approach anew with each gust. That’s when I went back inside.