Recently, we had the mother of all storms. Lightning hit all around the area with deafening cracks of thunder.
Our resident duck, Cruiser, wet and bedraggled, had just made its third pass around the house, hoping to beg Paul or me for a tortilla chip or bread handout.
The noisiest crack sounded overhead, sending Cruiser running like its tail feathers were on fire. Cruiser! Fly duck, fly!
The storm dumped 2” of rain in 30 minutes-- Cruiser's contribution, 3 clumps… Water on the lanai came almost up to the sliding doors, before finally seeping through the drain channels on the decking. The rain lessened, but the boomers were still making me jump.
Cruiser came back a few days later, its butt-waddling, bobbing-headed self cruising by the computer room window. She caught sight of me and picked up her webbed feet, swaggering to the front door.
This weekend is promising a tropical wave, due to sweep Florida’s east coast over to Naples. I better clue Cruiser in…