Any big storm inevitably brings a flood...of overwrought writing. The NYT seems particularly skilled at this. Today's entry, courtesy of Robert D. McFadden:
The day was, in a way, like great theater: the drama of the approaching storm, the searching wind at the panes and rain dancing on the pavement, the smudged sky, the iron-gray day like a movie in black and white. The overcast was solid, great plates of corrugated iron fused from horizon to horizon, and the streets glistened in the rain: a metallic futureworld.
A metallic futureworld! Save us!!!!