[today brought some of the worst storms you’ve ever lived through. An endless stream of huge raindrops, lightning striking every 20 seconds, and thunder every 30. And Bluudud was HORRIFIED.]

[he hated thunder. He hated lightning. He hated the sound that the rain made as it pattered onto the roof. He hated WATER. He hated it all.]

[he sat in his bedroom closet, wrapped in a blanket with his hood over his head. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. He whimpered every time the thunder cracked, covering his ears and curling his tail around his body. God it was terrifying. The rain got harder, the pattering noise overwhelming his hearing. It hurt. Hurt. HURT. HURT HURT HURT HUR-]

[there’s a soft knock on his door. He shakily raised his head to look at the door, anxiously waiting for it to open.]