The broad side of a barn

The wind howled, the thunder roared, the rain pelted the window pains and the dogs couldn't get close enough to you. It was a dark and stormy night. By morning it had passes and all seemed normal. The dogs wanted outside and to be fed, the clocks weren't flashing and the forecast was for 70 degrees and sunshine. Dena came by to drop a couple things off about 7:30. She said "have you seen the barn?" I'm thinking, this can't be good. Sure enough, the house survived but the barn didn't. The southeast quarter of it was strewn across the paddock, some large big pieces of sheet metal roofing were hundreds of feet away. Not good. A bigger storm is forecast for tonight. I wonder if it is too late to get insurance?