Thunderstorm Symphony

Grandma Stella reminisces about a night disrupted by a thunderstorm, comforting their fearful dog Max while marveling at the power of nature’s symphony. Amidst the chaos, Stella and Peter find solace in each other’s presence.

The weatherman is projecting thunder and lightning today. My mind wanders off to years gone by. It is the middle of the night, and we are peacefully asleep. Our dog Max is curled up at the foot of the bed. I am startled out of my sleep by the loud clapping sound of thunder. The sky brightens through the curtains by the lightning. Max starts to shake and moan with fright. Peter stays peacefully asleep. I quietly tiptoe out of bed and take Max with me to the other end of the house.

I draw a chair by the window and hold Max to me. What a spectacular show! The thunder roars. The lightning brightens the dark skies. A whole celestial orchestra plays with every powerful instrument it owns. I draw in my breath in wonder and awe, but Max is shaking in my arms. “Don’t worry, Max. It’s only the gods of the sky battling amongst themselves. They do not harm you.”

Just then Peter woke up. “Stella, where are you?” he calls out anxiously. “Here. I am here,” I respond. He follows the sound of my voice. We sit down side by side with Max between us and silently watch the awesome show nature presented to us together.

Memories…