The sun will come back...tomorrow?

Rain hammers the ground, bouncing back to the sky as it hits.  Thunder deepens, screaming in it's hoarse voice.  Furious strikes of Lightening whip all it encounters.  Wind joins the fray, spinning hysterically.  His strength claiming all, overwhelming all, none stronger, none safe.

Mother Earth convulses from deep within, sending out her army of geysers, volcanoes, quaking in fear, no escape to be found.  Sun retreating from this battle, nervously peaking out from behind his blanket of clouds.

The smallest tuck their heads and tails, scrambling to safety, burrowing into Mother Earth's mantle, dashing under bushes, diving deeper and even deeper into oceans, lakes, creeks.   Hoping, wishing, praying to endure this war that has mercilessly seized them.

Turducken

I seem to be a misery writer.  No, not related to Stephen King's book Misery at all, but instead, I only seem to be able to write when I'm unhappy, stressed and yes, miserable.  Perhaps, writing allows me to take out each piece of individual misery, expose it to the sunlight for examination and then poof....make it go away.  If you were to look through my windows into my soul, you wouldn't see anything in particular to be miserable about.  I have a wonderful life...people who have not only looked into my windows, but dove through them upon occasion, yanking out the weeds that grow in the darkness, the flowers now able to grow in the sun, all because they love me.  I have miniature horses back in my life.  Oh how those three blonde fillies make me smile with their cavorting, picking on each other like sisters.  I imagine them saying...."mine, mine mine", "stop touching me" and "mommmm...she's looking at me" before they gallop off together.  Magic's 31" majestic beauty, gold glinting on overcast days; Lolli, the sweet, has discovered the apple trees, foregoing dinner to scrounge on the ground for fallen apples; Cadie, the leader, marshal of this miniature parade, fussing at all to form a line, stay in line and whatever else should happen, hold hands as they go.  Connor....the best, most beautiful, smartest, cutest, most wonderful child in the whole wide world.  Sorry...he's my grandson so of course he's those things and so much more.  I'm sure yours is too!  We smile at each other, everything else simply drops to the ground and to evaporate.  Ohhh how I love him!! I could go on and on about Connor (really...I could!).  The most startling surprise of my life was how much I adore Baby Connor!! 

So...Turducken you ask?  Well...I have four little dogs who bring me joy everyday.  So....for Missy, Auggie, Tweetie and Sally, I head out to PetSmart today in search of their very favorite treat...Blue Buffalo canned food, including Turducken because nothing makes me happier than the smiles on their doggies faces!!

Have a lovely Sunday!!