First, I hate thunderstorms.  Second, a December thunderstorm is a rare occurrence here.  So not having watched the news tonight, I wasn’t prepared. 

     I’d taken one step out of the bedroom when there were two very loud BOOMS.  You know those cartoons, where the cat is frightened, and the next thing you see is it hanging from the ceiling by its claws?  Yep, if I were a cat, that would’ve been me.

     I know I wasn’t the only who was startled too.  The two little dogs next door were raising hell.  What about my two, you ask.  They were snoring.  However, let someone walk by rattling keys or making some other trivial noise, and the pups will raise the roof.

     Then there’s the rain.  It has been pouring for hours.  If this were snow, I’d be shoveling forever.  I’m glad it’s rain.