Storms

The front porch is probably my favorite room in my house, especially at night. There is something undeniably soothing about sitting outside past midnight on a warm summer night while most of the city is sleeping. Tonight I finally witnessed the lightning storms over the Cascades. I'd never seen anything like it before. I've heard thunder plenty of times before, but I usually miss the lightning bolt itself it occurs so unexpectedly. This storm was a constant succession of bolts racing across the sky, so far away that the thunder was barely audible.

Storms make the animals go crazy. Atlas (the diva) scratched at the door to be let out, even though his cat door was not a foot away. Undismayed by being ignored, he took matters into his own paws and pulled the door open, only to decide that he didn't really want to go outside after all. Emmy was pretty blasé about the whole ordeal until she spotted a pack of raccoons dash across the street and under a parked car. Then there were the Millers, the degenerate backyard neighbors, screaming bloody murder. I recall hearing something along the lines of "Mary Lou, put some clothes on, fucking bitch!" I assume it was her brother, Timmy, because I honestly cannot remember the last time I heard or saw their father. Last time I saw Timmy he was going through a nu-metalhead phase, complete with Slipknot-inspired white face paint.