A major storm system hit Saint Louis last night. Some pretty spectacular lightning and thunder roused me from my sleep around 1 a.m.
Samson was awake too. And trembling.
I’ve never realized that a dog could tremble so much.
Sammie is not a happy dog when storms are raging outdoors. He’s a burrower by nature. In storms, he wants to burrow under me. He kept trying to crawl between my head and the pillow. When that failed he tried to crawl under my ribs. When that failed he couldn’t stay still, curling up close to me for 30 seconds before trying a different place, all in hopes of escaping the storm.
We didn’t get much sleep until the leading edge of the storm had moved into Illinois. I last remember looking at the clock at 2.30 a.m.
Thanks be to God for the water that nourishes this land, for pets that need our care, for comfort in times of storm, and for blissful sleep after all the noise and lightning.