Snuggling up

As a child, physical pleasure accompanied the onset of a storm: the lull brought with it a smell of renewal; the pressure in the air bubbled the blood; and, even Daisy the Jersey milchcow, gamboled across the home paddock.

This afternoon, as the downpour was unleashed, my Sylvie burrowed further into the mountain of pillows on my bed, as she kept her eye on the tumult visiting her normally quiet and composed outlook.