Remember last week–when we had that eerie, yellow sky?
Wellll, just a few days after that we were landed on with a whole 2 hours of this.
No lie. It started at about 4am–and promptly woke all the grown-ups in the building. There was absolutely no point in staying in bed–we were all awake. So when Lyndi came in my room and said, “Dude! Are you hearing this?” we all jumped up and ran out to the porch to watch the show.
Oh, it was so much more than your average thunderstorm. In fact, on the heels of the last odd weather–this one brought up the “End of the World” conversations again.
We can’t help it…we’re kinda like that.
It was loud and crashing and beautiful and wet.
But we’re sturdy mountain folk and a little rain–ok, a lot of rain–doesn’t scare us.
Not…one…little…bit.
Welllll…not most of us.
Little Miss Jiffy Chicken Liver would only watch from the window.
Shameful coward.
