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Thunder is Scary!



The clouds started building in the later afternoon sky. Mama was busy in the shop. She painted and painted. Sunshine watched for squirrels in the front yard. Little Guy watched the clouds.

Mama finally got done. She closed up the shop. Little Guy was relieved. He thought he heard thunder and he really wanted to go in the house.

Mama said they had to go put feed in the calf feeder. Little Guy didn't think it was necessary. Mama said it was, so off they went. Then they had to feed the geese. Again. The geese have a lot of wild duck friends that come to visit. Those friends sure do like to eat!

Thunder rolled over them. Little Guy headed to the back door and waited. Sunshine stood beside him. Mama opened the door and they rushed in. It isn't safe to be outside when you hear thunder. That's what Rich Thomas says all the time. He's the weatherman on TV. Little Guy likes to watch TV.

Mama fixed them all supper. It was good. Little Guy and Sunshine like ham. When Mama started washing dishes, she noticed all Gran's plants were blowing around on the patio. It was already raining and the wind was nasty. Mama rushed outside and moved the plants against the house so the wind wouldn't hurt them. Little Guy and Sunshine stayed inside.

Mama decided to peel and section some grapefruit. Little Guy thought she should wait but she just laughed and started to work. The storm was getting worse. The weather radio went off. They were under a severe thunderstorm warning. Little Guy didn't like the sound of that at all.

Sunshine wasn't really concerned. She lay down and dozed. Little Guy was too nervous to sleep. He sat next to his sister and listened to the storm. Then the lights flashed off. Then on. Then off. Then on again. Little Guy didn't wait. He ran as hard as he could until he reached his Mama. He stood next to her chair and waited. Nothing happened.

Mama looked down at him and smiled. "It's okay, Little Guy. We're safe inside the house," she said. Little Guy wasn't so sure about that. It thundered again. Little Guy moved behind Mama's chair.

Mama finally finished the grapefruit. She washed her hands and put the grapefruit in the refrigerator. Then she reached down and lifted Little Guys into her arms. He buried his head against her neck. Thunderstorms are really scary. The only place Little Guy feels safe is in his Mama's arms.

 
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