It's pouring cats and dogs, outside, thunder
and lightening striking our senses the cats 
and dogs, inside, scared. Dylan is at my feet.
Morisson is at my side. The cats are curiously
posed, as if something is about to strike them.
I wish that I could give them comfort. I hope
that the power doesn't go out. I hope that it
stops raining before I have to leave the house
in 33 minutes