Weather Change
posted in fathers |Sitting here in the dim morning light, the clouds have come in, and the temperature has dropped to near bearable levels. I’m upstairs keeping the elderly dogs company and a flash of light illuminates the room. It’s followed shortly by a brief ka-boom and the roll and crash of cymbal-like thunder. My first thought was “mmm, nice; the thunder that I hoped for last night.” My second thought was “whoa, what if it’s not thunder? What if it was an explosion?” The flash, then rolling thunder, for all I know it’d be the same theatrics. I sit quietly waiting, and then there’s more lightning followed by more thunder.
Somehow, even after the thunder cannoning in the sky and a brief sissure of heavy raindrops, the kids are still asleep. I’m enjoying this quiet time before they wake.
