Why Don't you Monkey with the Monkey?

I was sweltering at the lodge Tuesday, doing my best to keep the sweat out of the fresh shellac as the mercury approached 100F upstairs. An hour or so before the blue sky and bright sun made snapping some kodachrome slides ideal (gotta finish that roll) but now there was a wall of gray approaching from the west. Around 4 I stepped out onto the front deck to take view of this and in the course of 30 seconds standing outside the yellow door, the trees practically bent over, the black clouds rolled in, temps dropped 20+ degrees and a very forceful mist, almost like needles, pummeled the lodge. I rushed in to fight the side and back windows closed as the winds intensified. The mist was much like you'd see in a movie like the perfect storm, where rain is falling vertically, wind pushes it horizontally, and you crank up the windspeed until you don't really have drops, just a wall of fine water coming at you. This kept up for a few minutes, coming directly from the NW pounding the glass and siding. The radio was going nuts with storm warnings and reported on the wind as being in excess of 70mph. A few minutes later the large drops were falling and yet the wind refused to let up. I was still running around inside, lights on, checking for leaks, peering out the windows listening to the radio when I got a call from Cara saying a tornado had touched down a few miles away and they were in their shelter at work. Time to ride this one out. Water was now running down the cedar wall near the uppermost window. I can only surmise the storm was forceful enough to get in the uppermost fascia corner outside (needs a flashing cap), drive around the insulation, and follow the interior of the soffit down to the wall where it found its way inside. Pretty wild, really.