A typical late spring evening here at the House of Casa de la Maison -- we're sitting on the couch, from which we can see out the windows. There's a flash of lightning.
Sarah: I'm surprised Jane isn't inside.
me: (thinks about agreeing)
But before I have time to get any words out, Jane (our dog) runs into the house and squeezes into the space between the couch and the coffee table. She's scared of thunderstorms
Then we hear the thunder.
Yes, just that fast.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.