August 20, 2009
Another fantastical mid-west storm looms in the distance, ready to crash down upon us at any minute. There is nothing like the five pointed star that comprises these storms: First, streaks of lightning which can last for hours that flash and pop across the sky in a multitude of colors followed by the thunder that growls like a dog. Next, the rain and the wind and oftentimes hail. The morning is growing darker and darker as I write this. The dogs will stay in the house today--out of the elements--while I am at my little volunteer job.