We've had our first thunder event since the crisis thunderstorm of several weeks ago. This one wasn't a real storm. There were no flashes of lightning or bone-rattling, house-shaking, ear-splitting cracks. But there was an unmistakable rumble - one that would have devastated Bud just weeks ago.
Today, he was concerned. Merely concerned. He asked for reassurance, he ran from window to window, and then he returned to what he'd been doing. The things we've been trying are working.
We've been talking about rain to Bud recently by using a story about angels - the angels are watering the flowers and the trees so the flowers and trees can grow and be happy. Maybe Bud realized that today, the angels were cheering him on.