Big Thunderstorm

We're having a huge, crashing thunderstorm. Such storms always remind me of one of my favorite childhood poems.

The Woodpecker

The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in a telephone pole.
One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a hood and a collar of red.

When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,
And the big, big sheets of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.

Elizabeth Roberts

This storm is more than welcome. The garden is dry, the flowerbeds are dry, everything is dry. We rejoice and snuggle back in our little house, watching nature's temper tantrum.