The thunder rolled, the lighting flashed, The sky was dark as night.
The dogs cuddled at our feet, as they shivered in their fright.
But in a couple of hours the storm had passed us by
And our woods was once again bathed in the summer light.
And that is how life sometimes works, the storm and then the light,
But in the end it all works out, and everything is right.
When it thunders Duke either goes on the bed up in the loft or on the bathroom floor. Thunder didn’t use to bother him, but now it does. Little Buster just cuddles up with mom or me and shivers. Glad we are there to comfort them…