Nuclear explosion ... Hurricane ... Tornado ... Island Police Department SWAT Team ... reconvening Congress ... Today's Country Music ... FOX News ... all the worse things in life run through my mind.
Sarah sleeps right through it.
The power goes off then almost immediately comes back on.
The alarm clock blinks 12:00.
Laying down again I cuddle Sarah who has no idea a storm is in full rage outside ... listening to the rain pelt against the numerous windows in our house from the comfort of our bed.
Winston, The Little Gay Dog, is curled in a ball shivering on the other side of Sarah.
Goddess ... who is sleeping halfway in and halfway out of our bedroom in the doorway ... protecting us from whatever evil may come in the night ... gets up ... yawns ... lumbers to my side of the bed ... collapses on the floor with thud ... sighs heavily ... and falls back asleep.
The Meteorologists got it wrong again as the weather is completely unexpected.
The rain pelts the windows harder.
I wonder if God's saying something so I climb out of bed, careful to not step on Goddess, and make my way through the Living room ... then the kitchen ... to the sliding glass doors leading to the Beloved Back Deck.
Opening the doors, I have visual confirmation of what I already knew ... it's one Hell of a storm!
Standing in the open door way ... feeling the spray of rain on my naked body ... I wonder if I should join God's party?
It would be quite the Baptism.
I take a step ... and sort of halfway do and halfway don't ... join the party.
It makes me laugh.
I love God but hate the cold ... especially wet cold.
"Sorry God," I mutter sliding the glass doors shut, retracing my steps through the kitchen ... then the Living room ... stepping over Goddess ... and re-entwine myself with Sarah.
Then I say a prayer ... really I think a prayer ... something I learned from my Grandma Carver ... whom I adore to this day though she's long dead.
Images of people I care about flood my mind like raindrops pelting windows and I think out loud, "Bless them."
Hours later, it's still raining ... Sarah and I remain entwined and she's still asleep ... Goddess is up and ready for a treat ... the clock continues to blink ... Winston, TLGD, shivers in a ball.
"Thank you," I say out loud.
To God ... to them ... to our bed ... the warmth and the love of our lives ... and to the reality that I'm still here.
How blessed I am.
I know a miracle when I see one.
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