Thunderstorm?

When I got up yesterday morning I knew thunderstorms were on the horizon. I had a headache, my knee hurt, it was already very warm at 7 am and incredibly humid. However, because we live in the rocky state of Maine, I figured "thunderstorm" meant a little lightning, a bit of thunder, and about 3 inches of rain. WRONG. When the storms hit, Andy and I were outside, looking at the trees we had planted and talking about when/how we are going to rebuild our garage. It started to sprinkle. We kept on talking. A bit of thunder. No big deal. Rain started coming down harder and I told him I was going to go in. Together we walked across the yard and right as we came to the deck, bam. It was full-on, real, giving Kansas thunderstorms a run for their money, storming. The wind came out of nowhere, blowing Andy and I in to the house, pretty much, and slamming the screen door shut behind us. We stood at the window and watched in awe as tree branches went flying across the yard, rugs flew off the clothesline, and chairs and outdoor toys were knocked down and rolled a bit across the yard. In about 10 minutes, it was over and all that was left was the rain. Andy and I went out to survey the damage and were glad to find that other than some branches down and having to go get our rug down the street, our house came through the storm scot-free. Of course, we did have a random flip flop from who knows where sitting against the garage. And across the street a massive cedar was blown over into the cemetery fence and on top of some gravestones. Down the street a couple of trees were blown down by the roots (one on top of a neighbor's house) and many limbs were down. I don't know how we got lucky enough to not have any damage with all the trees we have in our yard but I am not complaining. Overall, it was pretty impressive for a Maine thunderstorm!