July 11
While I adore the gentle ping of rain on a tin roof, last night’s thunder-boomer about bounced me out of the bed. When I was little, someone told me that thunder is the gods bowling. Well, last night, they were having their tournament finals, a roller derby tryout, and a demolition derby, complete with spectacular fireworks – all played out on my roof.... and my bedroom windows open. The dogs and I were pretty much terrified; several times, I actually covered my ears and ducked under my pillow, though I doubt that my puny pillow or the thin roof of my trailer would have prevented damage should one of the gods have dropped his bowling ball.
But goodness, it's so green here.
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