A Thunderstorm

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring...
Our first thunderstorm this season. It sounds wet and wild out there. I hope that the power doesn't go off. I'm equipped with a flashlight, candles and matches if it does. We've shut off the TV and have decided to read in 'peace' (except for the thunder, of course). I'm about to read a quilt magazine which arrived yesterday. It's not easy to keep up with magazine articles when you have so much else going on. The TV has been on all day. I'm enjoying the quietness right now inside the house. I'm also glad that I'm not outside with all that weather activity going on. Sandy and Coco are napping. Coco has retired into the bedroom where she's probably hiding from the thunder. She's not as old as her brother and is not as use to storms as he is. When the thunder stops she'll appear again. As long as the lightning strikes are far away, I don't mind the thunder. When they're close by, it's very scary. All the beautiful spring flowers are getting a watering, finally.