Night’s Thunderous Symphony
The weatherman is projecting thunder and lightning with the anticipation of tonight’s storm. My mind drifts back to a similar night long ago. It is the still of the night, and we are all fast asleep. Our beloved dog Max lies peacefully at the foot of our bed. Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder startles me awake. The room illuminates as lightning pierces through the curtains. Max trembles and lets out a low whine of fear, while Peter remains undisturbed in his slumber.
Gently slipping out of bed, I scoop up Max and guide him to the quiet end of the house. Settling into a chair by the window, I cradle Max close to me. The storm unfolds its grand performance before us - the booming thunder, the illuminating lightning painting the night sky. I inhale deeply, filled with both amazement and serenity, yet in my arms, Max continues to tremble.
“Shh, Max, it’s just the sky’s symphony,” I reassure him. “The gods are having a spirited conversation, nothing more.”
At that moment, Peter awakens and calls out, concerned. “Stella, where are you?”
“Here, I’m here,” I reply softly.
Joining me by the window, Peter and I witness the breathtaking display of nature’s power together. We sit side by side, with Max nestled between us, finding solace in the midst of the thunderous spectacle.
Memories of that night linger in my mind, a blend of fear, awe, and the warmth of companionship.