Yet in the end the wind roared, the thunder thundered, the rain poured but the storm parted around us. Ryan's computer screen showed the BOM map flashing angry black & red sparks on either side of us.
Yet the other morning the rain fell with hail, without warning, without wind. We watched as it speared the zucchini leaves & laid the beans low, curtailing the boys early morning romp through the dew laden grass.
After the storm the air came whispering coldly. Marlow curled in my lap as I lay on the couch, purring madly. Kirby knew he was there & so curled on the armrest, by my head but he was not impressed that Marlow was getting all the cuddles. Eventually I felt a little paw dabbing at my shoulder, reminding me that I have 2 cats. As I chucked Kirby under the chin his little wedge~shaped head came down & draped over my shoulder so his whiskers just touched my cheek. He gave a deep contented sigh & his long body settled into sleep.
Happiness is a contented cat.