"Is that a leak? There's water coming through the ceiling. Look!"

The eye of Hurricane Igor was still miles away at 2.30 p.m. on Sunday when I spotted water leaking through the ceiling of our living room.

Then I noticed every window on the South-facing side of our house was leaking. Hurricane Igor might have been downgraded from Category 4 to 1, but he was going to be sure everything got wet. Rain with the aid of palm tree-tilting winds had constantly pelted our house from 8 a.m. By 2 p.m. our house had begun to surrender to the wet assault.

Every towel was produced to cushion the bottom edge of the windows. But we still couldn't find the source of the ceiling leak.

Our South Shore house had not leaked like this seven years ago in Fabian.

As someone who has lived through both, I will say this: Igor was weak but epic. Fabian was short, but far from sweet. Igor brought torrential and constant hours of rain (hence the leaks) while Fabian cantered-in and covered us in salt spray. In Fabian we could barely stand walking outside as waves threatened to enter our house almost 50 feet up a hill. In Igor the waves reached more than 30 feet outside the bay, but they did not come close to our house and we could walk outside without any problems.

Both storms took out our electricity in the early hours, but only in Igor did our phone die mid-conversation on Sunday afternoon. Luckily I had a leak to occupy my time. I found Igor's entry point on Sunday at 3 p.m. solar panels on our roof. All the calking in the world was not enough to keep Igor's wrath out. Ten minutes later I was inside our roof tying rags around the wooden beam. It remained throughout the storm.

Conversations continued on our cell phones, while Igor managed to produce a most impressive show in the bay we live on. High tide was around 7.30 p.m. on Sunday only an hour and half before Igor passed directly over the island. The bay showed it. The waves grew between six to ten feet, rolled over and along our dock, picked up debris ranging from trees to plastic footballs, carried it over our neighbour's fence in the corner of the bay and slammed two-feet of trash onto their grass.

Luckily it did not enter their house like it did in Fabian. Luckily on Monday morning neighbours on the other side of us and at the mouth of the bay still had their house unlike in Fabian.

However, Monday morning we were still battling Igor's rain, extended stay and boredom.... unlike in Fabian.