No drone of the air conditioner could be heard. No television blared in the background. Not even the familiar hum of the refrigerator or a solitary screen saver could be detected. The sacred wedge of silence was magical, entrancing and wholly alien to those huddled upon the floor and sofa.
The fun of summer doesn't have to come screeching (or booming) to a halt just because of a few storm clouds. Put a plan in place to pacify panicky pets, and you'll be enjoying sunny skies again in no time.
Looking at the ominous, grand, dominating, overwhelming skies in her stills makes me think a little deeper about Mother Nature. And realize once again, the score will always be, Mother Nature 1, us zero.