Some of the people in the hotel who tried to go to Tokyo today had to turn back one station before Yokohama. Apparently rail communications were cut by the big raid last night. We heard hundreds of bombers thunder over us like a passing storm, with the comfortable feeling that they had no business with us. The deep bed seemed suddenly softer, the blankets warmer. It was like hearing rain beating on closed windows. I wanted to laugh but I turned over and went back to sleep.