The skies darkening...the rumble of distant thunder. And still - I stayed. Eyes riveted on the scene unfolding. Feet rooted to the ground.

I knew it was time to seek shelter...and - yet - I couldn't move.

It was the green. It was the color. It was - as if - I'd never seen anything quite like it..ever before. It was the light. It was the lack of it. It was - as if - I'd never seen so much brightness in spite of all that was getting so dark.

My sweet pup - trembled. She quivered and shook and huddled in close...preparing for the storm to come.

I knew it was time to get myself doing...but - I wasn't yet done.

That first real rain. The explosion of so many greens. Their beauty. Their color-filled majesty. Their splendor and wonder.

And then - with one loud clap of overhead thunder - I knew it was time. Me and my sweet pup - together - made a mad and crazy dash for shelter....where we found ourselves safe and dry.