Once more unto the breach

Each year, we here in Florida (land of heat, bugs, and humidity) become somewhat aware of Mother Nature's bad temper. We call this "Hurricane Season." For the six months between June 1^st and November 30^th, we pay attention to the weather reports and storm predictions. Most people think hurricanes are all bad, they aren't. I'll explain but, first, let's speak of the term... hurricane.

Etymology:
Unlike most words that Spanish and English share because of their shared history with Latin, "hurricane" came to English directly from Spanish. But Spanish explorers and conquerers first picked up the word from Taino, an Arawak language from the Caribbean. According to most authorities, the Taino word huracan meant simply "storm," although some less reliable sources indicate that it also referred to a storm god or an evil spirit.

Wiki puts it this way:

Etymology 1

From Spanish huracán, ultimately from the name of the Taino storm god Juracán whom the Taínos believed dwelled on El Yunque mountain and, when he was upset, sent the strong winds and rain upon them.

I was led to believe (in my youth) that "hurricane" was derived from an Indian word for "big wind." Close enough. A hurricane is a huge storm with high winds and much rain.  It is the rain they bring that prompted me to say they aren't all bad. We need that rain here in Florida because it replenishes the aquifer from which we get our water. Oh, we get rain year round and that helps (except for those drought years... which have been many recently) but we really need a `cane or two to stock up, so to speak. Some hit us, some do not.

I just wish we could choose which ones hit us.