I couldn't either, until it happened - which only took an instant.
Dad was away in Vietnam at the time, and we were living in base housing on Okinawa. Mom had everything under control during that typhoon, except one little thing. The screen door off the garage became unlatched, and it was banging back and forth something fierce. Mom thought that she and I (the eldest kid) could get it shut if I reached out and pulled it shut while she held on to my other arm.
Well, we opened the garage door and began to execute her plan, but when I got the door perpendicular to the outside wall, the wind force slapped it back to full open, and yanked right outside.
In the blink of an eye, I was thirty feet out in the back yard, on my face in the wind and rain. I'm sure my mom was screaming her head off, but I never heard a thing over the roar of the storm. It was brutal making that crawl back to the doorway, but I wanted to live.
When I finally made it back inside, we forgot all about that screen door ;-)
Gosh. Things like that make us realize how really frail human beings are in the face of Nature.
I was really shocked, in that thunderstorm; that fierceness is something many of us have never really ‘thought about’ before finding ourselves in it.
Wow, what a story! Glad you made it back OK.
This brings to mind Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, struggling to get back in her house, the door bangs open and flies off in the wind...
(Hey, does that experience have anything to do with your FR handle? :-) )