A Visitor

Last night, lightning flashed and thunder boomed. A gentle rain poured down watering the parched lawn and flowers. Our hound pound Max panted and paced. He is afraid of the thunder. Of a sudden, the bed dipped and we heard a big "whomp" as Max plopped betweeen us on the bed. The storm continued with floor rattling thunder. Eventually as the last thunder rolled off into the distance, Max stopped panting and settled down.