It has rained all morning and all afternoon. The rain began last night with a good deal of thunder and lightning. Smokey, who is frightened by storms, has stuck to me like glue and shivers constantly. When the rain begins to pound on the roof he pants. Poor fellow.
I have always enjoyed thunderstorms. I love to sit under a porch out of the rain and watch it pour down just beyand my reach. When I was a little kid thunderstorms never woke me up, but my mother would come in and wake me to ask if I was OK. Then she would say that since I was awake I was to keep her company because she was frightened. I never understood that, but Smokey understands.