She manned the door while I dashed onto the deck to gather sopping wet swim clothes, towels and the pool noodles. The drying rack had collapsed in a heap and the wind was driving various things around the deck.
As I was dragging things inside, Nicole appeared to tell us that she'd gone to bed with her window open and her floor was wet. She gathered up some dry towels and headed for her room to begin mopping up. Johanna and I went upstairs and moved the DVD bookcase into a drier spot. The rain was coming through the roof on the stairs as usual and in at least two other places. We laid down more towels and set garbage cans under the most persistent drips. Then we headed to Nicole's room to check her progress. Nicole had most of a lake on her window sill and bedroom floor. It took quite a bit of mopping up to deal with the water. We were all back in bed shortly after two; by then the storm had moved on.
This morning I discovered that the roof had also leaked in the master bathroom. The rug was wet and so was the TP. We went for a walk right after breakfast. The wind had whipped many of the quinces off the tree in the yard. There were deep puddles in the road ruts. There were a few branches down in the alley. The wind had even battered a magpie to death. Fall has arrived.