I [heart] thunderstorms.

Have always loved sitting on the front porch with my dogs as a thunderstorm rolls in and over. The dog I had as a kid was an escape artist, so this was the only way she’d hang out with me outside without a leash. The sights, sounds, smells and “feels” of a good storm are hard to beat.

The kids wanted to put on their rain jackets to go get the mail. In the clear now for a bit; birds are chirping again. Kids took off their jackets and found a ball and bat. Dog went inside; cat just walked up for some attention.