Mama didn’t hear anything but she knew what was coming.
Even if the sky didn’t get dark and the wind didn’t pick up she would know.
She knew it was coming because the house was unusually quiet and looked empty of life.
The kids were in their hidey-holes; Smudge behind the sofa, Brewster under the bed,
and Holy Terrier on the bed and under the quilt.
Better than any weatherman’s predictions they always know when thunder is about to roar.
Today, I think I have known a few “kids” who have been good weatherman.