Rain on a Tin Roof

Every time there is thunder, my dog Harvey gets scared and paws on my side of the bed until I pick him up, put him on our bed and cover him with a blanket. It never bothers his sibling Azalea and she continues to sleep just fine.

It's 3:00 am and Harvey has woken me up because of a thunderstorm, so I have had a hard time going back to sleep and have decided to come out here on the porch and listen to the rain and blog.

It sounds like camp out here with the rain hitting the leaves and the tree frogs singing. There is something peaceful about a good rain, isn't there? By late morning there probably will hardly be any sign that it was raining at all. Rain showers come quickly here and leave just as fast.

Just a couple more days with mom and dad here and DH will be coming to get us and it will be back to Tennessee. School will be starting and there will be a schedule to keep just about hourly.

But for now I am listening to rain on a tin roof, knowing all is at peace.