Elijah joined Tony at the fire, grateful for the company and the warmth.  His weather-beaten shorts were already damp with the early sprinkles, giving him a slight chill as the wind picked up.<br/><br/>"Looks like a mean one.  I think the damage won't be too bad, though.  We learned pretty well from last year's doozy.  I took a quick check and everything looks as secure as it could be.  Did you know that some of the Native South American tribes were able to build huts out of nothing but wood and local materials that stood up as well as a concrete building during hurricanes?  I wish I had read up more on their techniques."<br/><br/>He took a quick hit from his bottle with only a mild wince.  "It's getting better.  Not good, mind you, but at least its drinkable now."<br/><br/>Elijah rolled his neck to remove some tension and watched as the clouds inched closer.  "At least this isn't a hurricane, just a nice juicy summer storm."