Gratitude

Today I am grateful for wild Texas rainstorms. We had one last night. I'm not sure what woke me first, the lightning and thunder, or my two scaredy cat dogs. Pele didn't used to be frightened, but then, we almost never even had thunder in Santa Cruz. Teddy just jumps out of bed and runs to my closet, expecting the worst. I am grateful for the rain. My gauges read over 3 inches this morning. I'm also grateful for my father, who I am turning into. He always checked all weather, and then made announcements about how extreme the temps. were. I'm grateful for this blog where I can shout about the weather but noone has to listen if they don't want.