Thursday night we had a massive thunderstorm. The lightning and thunder seemed to be in a fierce dual to try to out-do one another.
Their squabble carried on so long, that Skunk, our cat, ran under the bed. A cat hiding from the weather? I’ve never heard of such a thing.
With all that commotion, came rain. Lots of it. So, Friday evening, Little Bit and I set out to see what happened to all that water.
I wish you would’ve been riding with us because, thunder and lightning aside, that storm transformed this place.
On any normal day, there are several creek beds around here that never seem to contain a drop of rain.
Well, that storm brought down the house!
If the trees and grass had hands, I’m sure they would’ve have been joyously clapping right along with us.
You see, those babies were rockin’ and rollin’. In fact, I’m pretty sure I heard a few of them break out in song.