We haven't had many strong storms this spring, but boy, did we ever have some thunderstorms last night.
When I went to bed, thunder was rumbling and I woke this morning to lightning and loud claps of thunder.
I love a good rumbly storm, but some of the thunderclaps sounded too close for comfort. They rattled our windows.
After a series of downpours and by the time it was light enough outside to see, the peaceful little brook that runs down the holler and by our yard was wild.
Now the creek is spreadin out in the valley, and I'm thinking of those poor turkey hens whose nests are getting flooded.
Nature can be so cruel.