Stormy weather

There is about three seconds between the lightening and the noise that accompanies it. The thunder is long, rumbling through air. The rain is as strong as my shower and I can remember an adventurous time when I was younger that I would go outside in weather such as this and wash my hair.

With each thunder outburst, spaced about five minutes apart, at least, Dodger, my elderly dog of 13, comes for reassurance. He is bothered by this stormy weather as if he knows that it’s not just indicative of a passing storm.

I think we all know that it is not a passing storm, but as of yet have not reached out for one another.