So the wind and the rain are dying down, and we're saying, "Guess the storm is about over!" And up on the utlility pole outside our house, Mr. Hypersensitive Transformer overhears us, and goes, quote, "bang." And our power goes out.
Time to get out Mr. Generator.
Update: The power is back, thanks to the hardworking power guys driving around in trucks and working hard. But I'm worried about Mr. Hypersensitive Transformer up there. God help us if another storm comes. Or a moth farts.