I love FL rain. I especially enjoy it when it shows up out of nowhere with these huge ominous clouds and booming thunder and then wooshes buckets of water down so hard that if you're out in it you're soaked in about a second flat. All the palm trees get whipped about by the gusting winds and hang their suddenly heavy fronds like a frown and the rain pounds against the ground searching for a way in, until there isn't a place to escape to, and then tiny white water rivers run all over the place making massive puddles or gathering in the gutter to scare people into thinking they can't drive as well as they thought because cars don't float.
If it stays like this today, errand day might be better planned on the morrow.
The wind is freaking Tabitha out big time. It moves stuff with hands unseen and she is so not into the unexplained. Every time the door is pushed slightly closed or oooo the blinds come away from the window, she's trembling and hiding behind me. I want it to be cute, but it stopped being that way a long time ago. In fact, it stopped being cute the night she woke me up all night long by pacing, panting and crawling onto my chest to tremble and look about in horror just in case she was right about it being the ultimate enemy come to eat our flesh from our bones while we were still alive and screaming in pain and confusion. There is no convincing her otherwise so I usually end up doing the shittiest of moves and kick her off the bed and make her lie in her own bed while doing the frantic we're all going to die routine all by her lonesome while the James and I cuddle into each other and I whisper to him that he fucking rules. At least last night didn't involve an early wake up next morning that sleep was imperative for but she did manage to shake Jim up a bit. The older and sicker he gets, the more easy he is to worry. It's sad because he used to be a rock but I have been comforting him when he seems out of it and it works enough that he calms himself even if that means standing nearby to have constant visual and physical reassurance. He's worth it. He's the dog that you could take anywhere and do anything with and he never gave a second thought to anything, so I have infinite patience with him.
There are actually people walking in the pouring rain with all their sunning supplies heading for the beach (it's about a block away) like they know something I don't. I know the entire sky is dark and rainy. What could they know?
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