. . . and the thunder rolls . . .

. . . okay, fine . . .

. . . i give up . . .

. . . i'm awake . . .

. . . and not to sound ungrateful or anything . . .

. . . but the next time we have a thunderstorm . . .

. . . could it please begin around six in the morning . . . 

. . . instead of four-ish? . . .

. . . that'd be a lot more convenient for me . . .

. . . and where's maria's room when i need it, anyway? . . .

. . . scary . . .

{side note: back in the day, our first child to "von trapp" 

was almost always amber ~ the one who can't hear. 

she was far more sensitive to light than the others were to sound. 

flashes of lightning woke her out of sound sleep 

way before claps of thunder would wake the others. 

now you know.}