August 8, 2008

White Dog did not like being in the car when the storm hit. Ears flat and body shaking she tapped my arm then crawled into the safety of an encircling hug. The rain came down in buckets flooding the streets; lightning flared and thunder growled. When we got home Steve made a dash for the entry unlocking doors and clearing the way for White Dog and me. In the process Steve was thoroughly drenched to his underwear and his shoes left puddles. White Dog refused to leave the car. I had already decided to wait for a break. Steve stood on the porch and finally ran back out to grab White Dog in his arms and run back inside. After ten minutes of constant downpour, I abandoned the waiting game and stumbled toward the doors blindly since my glasses were useless. Inside Steve greeted me with a towel...and White Dog with a very wet wagging tail from "my" chair. Hours later, the rain continues. Later side note: We found out that at the worst of the storm our area received 2" of rain in an hour!