5.21.2018

May 21, 2018

White Dog and the Army let me know the storm was coming well before I got the Weather Alert. Even before the trees showed the wind changing, their unease told of air pressure shifts. Before the clouds rolled in the WDA restlessness let me know that we were about to come into nasty weather.

Everyone scurried into the office until we were overcrowded. Thankfully Steve was home today and Zso, Roman, Nilla, and Pearl were able to seek sanctuary cuddled with him on the couch so that every pup had an anchor.

We crunched together as a wicked wind kicked up scraping branches against the house and blowing devils of dust down the street. At the first grumbles of thunder, Roman climbed into Steve's lap and Opal crawled under my desk.

And then the heavens opened and water poured down in sheets thick and insistent. The WDA gave a collective shudder when the lights flickered but took a deep breath when we did not lose power. It seemed like a positive thing and made us hope that the fury would settle into a nice constant rainfall quickly.

When hail began pinging, we all nervously looked up...and at the windows. The pinging became an assault and soft whimpering could be heard. Steve gave a round of distractor treats but even he stopped to stare out of the window at the hail collecting like snow on the ground. Treats were enjoyed with one eye watching the sky or yard.

It took almost an hour, a  long storm by Albuquerque standards, until we felt the air relax and heard the noise gentling. We allowed ourselves peeks through the dog door and a moment of amazement...but not bravery. Not even the Snow Girls, Zofia and Bailey, wanted to run out into the hail "Snow".

The storm had moved beyond us but I did not mind a bit when Bella pressed against me and said, "Is it OK if I just stay close for a while longer?"

1 comment:

Random Felines said...

Daiquiri has taken to hiding when we get thunder here. If we got that much hail, her head might explode