The Thunderstorm

The hair on her arms pickled, even though a river of sweat was running down her back. She kneeled back on her heels, pushing her hat back to wipe off the sweat that had accumulated under the mass of her thick blonde hair. She looked off to the west, watching as the thunder heads grew bigger in the sky. She noticed how the breeze that had been keeping her cool had suddenly quit, and how she could feel electricity pulsing through the air.

The fence was no where near repaired. As her days tended to go, she hadn't gotten started on this project as early as she'd hoped, and now the threat of being a lightening rod was going to shut her down early. She cussed the storm  while praying the clouds were heavy with rain.

Her dogs started whining, and she knew it was time to go. She had learned to trust their instincts more than her own, and began loading her stretchers and wire and water bottles into the box of the Ranger. She loaded her mutts into the cab, and headed for the safety of her house...

{An excerpt from a work in progress, for fun 😘 Have a beautiful Friday!}

❤️ Richelle
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