I was out for the evening this evening, as was Leah, so when it started to thunder and lightning and rain with some vigor, I was quite concerned for poor little Rascal left all alone at home. Not that he's terrified of thunder normally—not like some dogs—but he's at least quietly apprehensive about it. And it was all dark in the house, and of course he didn't have any idea when either of us was going to get home (despite my clear efforts to tell him).
Happily, all was well when I got home; he was as happy to see me as always, and nothing had been destroyed in a panicked frenzy. Oh, what we parents have to worry about!