Storms Brewing

The clouds were rolling in. The sky was green. We knew there was a storm coming in. The animals all knew it, too. They were scattering to their spots. Around here, when a storm starts to roll in, it really rolls in. Ronnie and I ran around getting everyone fed before it hit. When the storm did hit, we had some hail and you couldn’t see in front of you with the kind of rain we had. We desperately need the rain. It gives me anxiety though with all the animals and the storms. They were all fine and we needed the rain. There were only a few limbs down which the sheep and the goats ate all the leaves so they did not go to waste. The weather was cooler and the animals seemed grateful.