Thunder Scares Little Guy

Heavy rain woke Little Guy up this morning. It made him really nervous. He woke Sunshine up but she wasn't concerned and went back to sleep. Little Guy went back to bed but he didn't sleep at all.

Before too long he heard Grandaddy in the kitchen. He was glad to know someone else was awake. He knew Mama would come and get him if the weather got bad. Mama knows he gets scared. Grandaddy just tells him to be a big boy. Little Guy doesn't want to be a big boy when the weather is loud.

The weather wasn't too bad during breakfast. Mama and Grandaddy left for Georgia and the weather almost cleared up. Little Guy and Sunshine went with Gran to the garden. Gran wanted to see how things looked. She was pleased with all the little plants popping up.

Late in the day Mama and Grandaddy came home. Mama brushed Little Guy and Sunshine. It felt really good. Then she gathered strawberries. She got four. She was really pleased.

About the time for supper, the rain started again. Then came the thunder and lightening. Little Guy wasn't sure he wanted to eat supper but Mama said it would be okay. She stayed with Sunshine and Little Guy while they ate their pizza. Then they all went inside.

A big flash of lightening shown through the window. Then came the thunder. Little Guy went running to his Mama. Sunshine shoved in against her too. Sunshine pretends she's not scared of anything but Little Guy knows she doesn't like bad weather either.

Grandaddy said the really bad weather went north. Some people in Mississippi lost their homes and some people died. Little Guy was sad. Mama said we should all pray for them and their families. Little Guy bowed his head. Storms are really bad things.

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