The Electric Sky at PBR
The branches of trees swayed in the strengthening gust as the gator hit the muddy trail. Soon the rain fell, slow to start, splattering the front windshield in a haphazard way. Then it began to fall in buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. On the far hill, a jagged bolt of white lightning split the chilly sky, and then it was gone as I paused and wondered what the heck I was doing. The thunder was only a second behind as I opened the gate and saw the alpacas prancing and dancing in the muddy corral. "Get inside!" I demanded as they all looked at me like something was wrong! With wet top knots, soaked blankets and dirty toes, I grabbed a bucket of goodies, coaxed them inside while knowing that they wouldn't stay. It was a storm promising nothing but pure and awesome views. A night I’ll never forget.