Storm and Dog
While locking up last night, I noticed that the neighbors across the street had lost their electricity. Our side, however, continued to glow and our air conditioners were humming. A storm was expected but it had not arrived.
And then, around three in the morning, I felt a wet nose. The dog was by my side of the bed, seeking reassurance amid thunder that was faint but close enough for canine radar. I petted her and made soothing noises.
That continued until close to four when the dog retreated to her bed and I decided to get up. More rain is expected today.
The forecasters are less reliable than the dog.