Summer Tempest

Grandma Stella recounts a stormy summer morning, from the initial sounds of thunder and rain to her peaceful, extended sleep and the quiet moments with her dogs. She reflects on the day’s strange weather and her unexpected indolence.

I woke up to the sound of lightning and the flash of thunder. At first, I just hid my head under the blankets. Then I heard the ferocious sound of the rain bounding down from the angry skies. I opened one eye and then the other. The windows upstairs were all open. I switched on the bedside lamp and rushed to the room next to mine, barefoot. I quickly closed the windows. Next, I closed the windows in mine. The lights were on in Kelly

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