Hammock Time

She's been waiting for a storm to come ever since I brought a hammock home last month. Her desire: to swing on the front porch during a big rainstorm.

Today after lunch, thunder tapped its toes somewhere off in the distance. She checked the Weather Channel and confirmed that a big red blob of a storm was coming our way. We rushed to our positions on the porch, she to her hammock, sandwich in hand, and I to a chair nearby. The sky was gray all around. Lightning flashed now and then, and a few big thunderclaps made the cat meow to be let inside. Enough fat raindrops fell to dot the sidewalk, then evaporate. We waited.

After 20 minutes or so, she ran back inside to check the Weather Channel again. Alas, that big storm had just poof! disappeared. These things sometimes happen in North Texas. Still, we relished the reprieve from 100-degree heat and ate some watermelon on the porch, she in her hammock, I in my chair nearby.