There was a lovely rock and roll type thunderstorm last night. It raged and flashed for about half an hour and then died out with a flicker and rumble that put me right to sleep. The dogs were a little edgy during the loudest part but even they decided it wasn’t worth losing sleep over.
I’ve always been a fan of thunderstorms. I love the sound of pounding rain pelting the roof and pinging off windows and walls. The brighter the flash and louder the crash, the more fun it is to listen to. Last night was especially exciting. When the thunder boomed I could actually feel it shake the bed and believe me that doesn’t happen much around here… unprecedented thunderstorms that is.
This morning the neighbor is going crazy with his chainsaw and I’m wondering if the Emerald Ash Borer made a visit to his yard, or else I missed something extra cool last night by not staring out the back window during the storm. But someone once told me that I shouldn’t stand close to glass during a lightening strike. Not that I’m particularly thin and rod shaped, but accidents happen. Although if lightening shot through my window, I don’t think you could call that an accident, but rather an act of God. Although, if he wants to take me out he knows where I am, so…
Anyway, I better walk outside and stare unobtrusively into the neighbor’s backyard so I know if they had a lightening strike last night. Someone has to do the Neighborhood Watch around here: keeping folks safe from lack of info.
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