<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The Storm Council: Art of Storm]]></title><description><![CDATA[Art of Storm]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/s/art-of-storm</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png</url><title>The Storm Council: Art of Storm</title><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/s/art-of-storm</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2026 20:27:55 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.stormcouncil.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[Robert Pudlock]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[stormcouncil@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[stormcouncil@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[stormcouncil@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[stormcouncil@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[Sun Tzu]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;Rapidity is the essence of war: take advantage of the enemy&#8217;s unreadiness, make your way by unexpected routes, and attack unguarded spots.&#8221; - Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-epilogue</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-epilogue</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 22:01:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>Rapidity is not merely speed. It&#8217;s the compression of consequence into a span of time so brief that the enemy can&#8217;t adjust to what is happening. A campaign that unfolds over weeks or months gives the defender time to observe, to react, to reinforce what is weak and withdraw from what is lost. Rapidity denies him this. It collapses the distance between t&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 12 - After the Battle]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;A kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch12</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch12</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:59:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>The wind diminished. Sometime after midnight it lost the force that had been tearing buildings apart, but it remained dangerous &#8212; still carrying debris, still capable of killing a person standing in the open. The wreckage that held Isaac Cline and his three daughters had drifted roughly three hundred yards from where their house had stood. His brother J&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 11 - The Weakest Point]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;Regard your soldiers as your children&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch11</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch11</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:58:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>St. Mary&#8217;s Orphanage stood at the far western end of the island, two buildings of brick and wood on a rise of land that faced the open Gulf. There was nothing between the orphanage and the water. No row of houses, no seawall, no barrier of any kind. The beach ran from the foundation pilings to the surf. On any other day, the children could stand at the &#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 10 - The Soldiers]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;In death ground, fight.&#8221;&#8213; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch100</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch100</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:57:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>The eastern side of the island faced the open Gulf without a barrier. When the surge came, it came from the southeast &#8212; a wall of water driven by sustained winds that had crossed hundreds of miles of warm ocean with nothing to slow them. The waves rode on top of the surge, breaking against the houses along the beachfront and pushing inland in sheets. Th&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 9 - Under Siege]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;The onset of troops is like the rush of a torrent which will even roll stones along in its course.&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch9</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch9</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:55:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>At eight o&#8217;clock on the evening of September 8, the Cline house folded.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span>Isaac was standing near the east wall when the surge, now fifteen feet above the ground, struck. The house had already surrendered much &#8212; windows were long gone, doors had been torn from hinges, the walls flexed and groaned with each new gust &#8212; but it held. Neighbors had crowded into&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 8 - Desperate Ground]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows.&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch8</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch8</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:54:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>Isaac Cline drove back toward his home on Broadway. The water was rising visibly now, and the wind had shifted into a register that was no longer merely fierce but rageful. The first signs were small &#8212; shutters torn from their hinges, sections of railing stripped away, the lighter roofing of the smaller commercial buildings beginning to lift.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span>On Strand S&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 7 - Narrow Passes]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy&#8217;s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him.&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch7</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch7</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:52:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>By ten in the morning on September 8th, the rain had begun, light at first, warm drops that fell almost gently, barely wetting the sidewalks before evaporating in the wind.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span>By ten-thirty, the official warning had come to Joseph Cline at the Weather Bureau office.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span>The message arrived from the New Orleans bureau: Galveston should be included in the storm wa&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 6 - The First Signal]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected&#8221; - Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch6</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch6</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:48:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>Isaac Cline stood at the beach at four in the morning on September 8, 1900. The city was dark behind him.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span>The swells he saw were running perpendicular to the wind &#8212; long, heavy rollers coming from the southeast in sets, each one pushing higher than the last. The water had the color of disturbed bottom, brown and opaque, carrying sediment from depths that&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 5 - The Prosperous Camp]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;He will win who, well prepared, lies in wait for an enemy not well prepared.&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch5</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch5</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:47:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>On the morning of September 1, 1900, Galveston gleamed. The sun broke across the Gulf of Mexico in ribbons of amber and rose, catching the gilt trim of the opera house, the polished glass of the storefronts along the Strand, the white railings of the Victorian mansions that lined Broadway Avenue. The city knew only itself: profitable, orderly, destined,&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 4 - Foreknowledge]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;Knowledge of the enemy&#8217;s dispositions can only be obtained from other men.&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch4</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch4</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:35:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>In Havana, in the stone compound of the Colegio de Bel&#233;n, a Spanish Jesuit priest named Benito Vi&#241;es had spent more than two decades developing a method for tracking tropical cyclones while they were still at sea. He had arrived in Cuba in 1870, sent to teach the sons of Havana&#8217;s elite, and within five years had produced something no institution on the &#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 3 - The General’s Declaration]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;He who exercises no forethought but makes light of his opponents is sure to be captured by them.&#8221; &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch3</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch3</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:33:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>Isaac Monroe Cline arrived in Galveston in March, 1889, at the age of twenty-seven years old.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span>He was appointed by the United States Weather Bureau to establish and oversee the Texas weather section. He had grown up in rural Tennessee, attended Hiwassee College, and entered the U.S. Army Signal Corps meteorological training program in 1882. He had founded&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 2 - The Unfortified Position]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;The natural formation of the country is the soldier&#8217;s best ally&#8221;]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch2</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:28:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Omhn!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F3321a0aa-6dce-41ca-b960-4bd398b0088f_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>In 1836, Michel Branamour Menard, a Canadian-born land speculator who had come to Texas with the first wave of Anglo-American settlers, purchased 4,605 acres on the eastern end of Galveston Island for $50,000 from the Republic of Texas. Gail Borden designed a city plan in 1837 &#8212; a gridiron of lots running east to west between the Gulf of Mexico and Galv&#8230;</span></p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chapter 1 - The Fallen Neighbor]]></title><description><![CDATA[&#8220;To secure ourselves against defeat lies in our own hands.&#8221; - &#8212; Sun Tzu]]></description><link>https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.stormcouncil.com/p/art-of-storm-galveston-ch1</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[The Storm Council]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 21:28:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!1L5x!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F502d5b04-1630-4ac7-8376-112ceb04e60e_1536x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><span>The Galveston hurricane of 1900 began a hundred miles to the south, almost sixty years earlier.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span>In December 1844, Prince Carl of Solms-Braunfels, commissioner-general of the Adelsverein &#8212; a society of German nobles organized to establish a colony in Texas &#8212; selected a stretch of beach on Matagorda Bay as the point of entry for the first wave of colonists&#8230;</span></p>
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