Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Jonesin' for Thunder
The dogs hate thunderstorms. No matter how we reassure them that everything is fine, all three of them inevitably react, beginning with a trembling that precedes the actual lightning and thunder. They can feel it coming. They know.
Jake tries to wedge himself behind the toilet. He has done this all his life unless I forgot and left the shower doors open, in which case he always chose to get in the bathtub - just about the worst place to be during a thunderstorm. It makes you wonder ...
Shadow is the worst. She pants and slobbers and paces the house. If there's a particularly loud crack of thunder, she inevitably loses control of her sphincters and .. well .. everyone in this house has cleaned that up at one time or another. Tonka barks, he gets frantic. It's a loud bark. There's no use trying to calm him down, he just looks at you like you've lost your mind, and continutes to bark.
I, on the other hand, LOVE thunderstorms. If I were out in an open field I might not enjoy them so much, but from inside where it's warm and dry, I can let my mind touch the energy field of the storm. My goodness it's dynamic. Primal, too. It feels like the energy of the storm reaches a critical mass, after which it takes shape, becomes more than a sum of its parts. Every storm has a personality, at least this is my impression. Some of them feel like crazy artists creating something out of nothing. Other storms aren't as high minded and just feel like they want to break anything that gets in their way. Even the dangerous storms are interesting to me.
I'm eagerly looking forward to tonight's predicted thunderstorms, even though it means the dogs will be scared out of their wits. Sorry dear ones, there's no doubt I'll enjoy the storm even while feeling compassion for your reactions. And admiration, too. The dogs really "get" the power of thunderstorms.
Me? I'm a romantic. C'mon weather front - bring on springtime with a big bang, yes? Yes. Bravo!