It is nearly 8 at night, and the lightning is flashing while thunder cracks. Old dog knew it was coming hours ago, he was panting heavily when I got home just before 6. Nervous and knowing it was coming. We had a peal of thunder that shook the floor, and he had to move into the 'kennel' space at the end of the sofa where BoaB sits at his laptop. Comfort in small spaces.
This will be a wet season to be remembered.