02:20 hrs: Boisterous thunder and impending showers wake me up. The day’s laundry is still hanging out in the balcony. I must retrieve the clothes and get them into the house before the downpour starts.
02:22 hrs: I am still in bed, procrastinating and hoping hubby will get up and bring the laundry into the house. I wait with bated breath and listen intently for some “I am getting up” sound-and-motion from his side of the bed.
02:23 hrs: The thundering is getting louder. Hubby’s snoring too! In his subconscious he is competing with the roaring threatening skies.
02:24 hrs: I can hear the drizzle. I can hear the snoring grow louder and louder …
02: 25 hrs: I have no more time to spare. I sigh and get up and gather the laundry on the clothes line and neatly hang them all over the dining chairs, to be folded and stashed away in the morning.
02:35 hrs: I return to bed. The snoring has stopped. The hubby mumbles in the sleep, “Did the clothes get wet!”
02:35:30 hrs: Even before I can answer his query, the thundering and the roaring resume full throttle.