Thunder Rumbles and Children Tremble.

Hey, let's go miniature golfing!

Yeah, yeah, yippee, hooray, let's go! Can-we-go-now-can-we-go-now-can-we-go-now? A chorus of happy shouts and dancing feet.

So, there we are, at the first hole and a big ol' black rain cloud comes sweeping up from the horizon. Rain pelts down, verging on hail.

Ah! Screech! Scream! Ouch! It hurts! I'm scared! I wanna go home!

I run to get umbrellas. It helps a little. Scared little bodies are momentarily appeased, grudgingly.

To the north, and rapidly closing in, are big black clouds, speared with flashes of lightning.

To the south, east and west, the sky is blue with a few fluffy white clouds and the sun shines down.

Things clear momentarily. Then thunder rumbles and children tremble.

Finally, we call it quits. Being struck by lightning will certainly ruin a fun outing even more than threatening clouds and pelting rain.


The good news is we got a rain check. We went back and finished our game on Sunday and there wasn't a drop of rain this time.


Quack!