Storms

Clouds in my yard.

I have to admit for once, I am a little afraid of the storms that have been hitting.
Weather is a freaky thing for me.  Living in the area I do, we rarely get bad weather, so when we've suddenly got horrible weather, it makes me a little edgy.  I went from enjoying thunderstorms to tensing every time I hear a rumble.
With hail the size of softballs raining from the sky and tornadoes touching down so close to home I've started to find myself listening for a train almost constantly.

Relatively small spiked hail in my hand.

Right now there are wall clouds outside and I know what that means.  Poor Charlie (my pet rat) has been jittery since we were outside two hours ago.  I think he knows that the storm is coming.  While we were sitting there he started to pull on my hair and nibble at my ear and I said, "Charlie, what is wrong with you?" and he ducked for cover just as a spark of lightening raced through the clouds and lit up the sky to reveal the many wall clouds hiding the stars.  I just stared for a moment, eyes wide and mouth agape, before I said; "I get it, Char," and we headed inside.

I'm exhausted and I want to go to bed, but with all the warnings we're under and the thunder booming at my doorstep I can't seem to calm down enough to fall asleep.

Storms... hmpf.

Hail.  Lots and lots of hail.