Whoa! You ought to see it rain outside—it looks like an audition for a hurricane. James just went out to bring the two little flags in before they blow away. We had thunder and hard rain just about the time he came home (7 p.m.) from work, but it's even wilder now, with constant thunder like artillery, lightning, wind whipping and water flowing down the street like a branch of some river. Willow's been clinging to our legs all night long since the sky is growling at her again...
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