We still have electricity, but rain is blowing in under the front door and garage door. Both face southeast so the weather is pummeling that side of the house.
Aaron is sitting out on the back porch talking on his cell phone to his girlfriend, Julia.
"The lights just went out," he tells her. "They're back on. Now they're off. We keep getting these power surges," He says. "They're on, again."
I was around the corner flicking the light switch on and off.