Thunder Abbey.

Awake. Sat in my kitchen watching lightning light up the night. Having got me to wake up, and sit with coffee, the kitchen door open, enjoying the rain, thunder and lightning, the storm has now pissed off. I name this storm Abbey. My pooch wakes me up early every morning, I'm waiting for her to stir and stare me down until the food arrives. She then usually insists its playtime, for about an hour, then goes  back to the front room, deep sleep. Don't tell her, but the early morning starts are really helping me out. The storm can piss off though.