Mid-day storm
The sky is dark, darker than it is even past 9 p.m. these days, yet it’s only just past noon. There is thunder in the distance. Rain begins, normally enough at first, then pouring down in torrential slashes. Periodic flares of lightning bring illumination, however brief. I love being able to see and feel a storm. While I watch the show outside, Drake naps peacefully in his room, unmoved by nature’s chaos.
June 20th, 2005 at 9:09 pm
That was a wonderful storm. I stood out on the porch for awhile; it felt like a hurricane with the wind slashing around, lifting the dogs up and depositing them at the neighbor’s. Henry was almost asleep, then woke up at a thunderclap and started up with Baby Tad again. ARGH.