The rain fell on the tropics like a Macy’s moisturizer, washing and refreshing all the small and large creatures in the vicinity. One of the larger creatures that roams my land loves rain but feels aggressive towards the symphony that is a thunderstorm. He jumps upwards trying to bite the sky and keep this evil away from us. He takes the shape of a buffalo, huffing, enormous, powerful. This buffalo/dog creature is convinced we are under attack from the heavens. I can hear him calling me. ” Mama, come and help me! You are the strongest one.” But son, I respond, It will pass without touching us. It’s just traveling through our territory. Try not to listen until it passes. Bid it a safe and good journey, I tell him. But Mom, he tells me. You know these fires sometimes touch and fall from the sky. Pull out your paws and fangs. You know how to. Come with me. Come join me.
So I did and ran outside to jump and bark with my Buffalo/dog, my son. It’s fun to be different.