Ike unleashed his pent up power upon Irene. As the rain smacked against the window, he pushed her against the pane so he could see the forces pounding the glass. The risk of the window shattering only heightened their excitement and dared them on. As they released the pressure of their combined forces of nature, they would stop short of the climatic pinnacle to keep spinning in one place, drenching everything with their torrential ferocity. “Hurricane indeed,” growled Ike,” I’ll show you a reason to be afraid,” as he pulled Irene by the hair back toward him for round two
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