We seem to get the most intense Lightning storms in East Angular.
I know we haven't had rain for months, but when it arrives like a Thunderclap Newman One Hit Wonder it makes its presence felt. The windows have been rattling, the electricity supply dipping and the flashes of fork lightning illuminating the black skies like Papparazi Flashguns at an Amy Winehouse Gig. Unfortunately it makes out two dogs quake with fear.
It's difficult to imagine what Thunder must seem like to a small dog. It is perhaps akin to what elemental catastrophe must have seemed like to neolithic cave dwellers where they must have surmised that some evil dark creature has been angered. They didn't have a Michael Fish to assure them that it was just a breeze.
Lily was absolutely terrified by this afternoon's thunderclaps and managed to find this little snicket between a bed and a duvet to hide inside. I obviously rushed to comfort her but like the complete bastard that I really am paused to take her picture in the snicket before doing so.