The Last Storm: Apocalyptic

It was the end of the world and we were fighting over whose sweater it had been originally. Of course, we didn't know it was the end of the world. Nobody did. We all thought it was just another storm, and they'd gotten worse and worse from our childhood, so even when the power blinked out, we didn't think much of it. We had our hand-crank radio and our kerosene lanterns--there was even a generator that Dad would go out and power up if we needed it once the worst of the storm had died down, and there was a safety line tied between everything to keep people from wandering off track. We didn't know then that it was finally the storm that would never end. Maybe we were even wrong about that; it could end any day, I suppose, but thirty years later it seems unlikely.

Inspiration: "Sibling Rivalry" by Jonathan Coulton, plus the cravings I've been feeling lately for another nice post-apocalypse survivor story.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I don't think I've read this sort of end-of-world story before. Not a perpetual storm, that people would have to adapt to. Could be kinda neat.