Oh, great, distant thunderstorm, please consider including me in your path. I accept you to be the only other thing besides time to wake my babies. But the babies would prefer time wake them, so why don't we let that be, huh?

The Lloyd kid, the three year old one, he rarely naps, but desperately needed to today (up past 10:00 PM driving his sister crazy). He's upstairs talking about you, thunderstorm. Come, but be nice to him. Impress him, but please don't scare him downstairs.

Dallas, the littlest guy, he and I like his three hour tour. His three hour tour. He is not old enough to enjoy you, thunderstorm--especially not you waking him. Although your rain alone might earn his forgiveness, I will need more than that to forget about losing my break from the kids to you. I will need to see something spectacular. Please?

I hope I didn't scare you away ... Thunderstorm?

Ah, a gentle downpour just started.