It's still pretty lightning-y out, but C. just didn't want to stay in the basement any more. And neither did I, to tell you the truth. But dang if I didn't turn off the computer, grab the fuzzy one & the phone, and race down the stairs as soon as I cognized what that siren sound was about. You can take the fflo outta Kansas, but you can't take the Kansas outta fflo.
Now there's the romantic combo of thunder and the train whistle out there in the semi-distance.