This morning, while it was still fairly dark, I woke up as it started to rain. While I was semi-dozing off, I heard what sounded to be the rumble of a train. With all of the tornadoes recently, I started looking out the window to see what the sky was like. Ethan asked what I was doing, and I told him it sounded like a train. He said, "Yup, it does." (We can hear a train from our house if the wind is right.)
I then thought I heard an animal in distress, so I thought maybe one of our cows was having a calf. I sat up and peeked out the window again. This time I noticed a warm yellow glow coming from the shed where our lambs and ewes are presently at. This warm yellow glow was flickering and flashing. And I continued to hear a rumble. I immediately exclaimed, "The shed is on fire!!"
Ethan looked out the window, jumped out of bed, and ran towards the mudroom. I followed right behind.
We both threw on our mud boots and ran outside into the rain in our pj's, Ethan towards the hydrant and I towards the end of the hose, which was by the shed.
I then stopped.
I looked at the flashing, dancing yellow glow reflecting off of the white inside of the shed's siding.
There was no use of turning on the faucet.
It was just the hood of a work light left on blowing in the wind, erratically casting its glow on the shed walls.
And a train in the distance.
And no new calf.
So we went back to bed, I told my husband sorry I am a dork, and I managed to fall asleep again only to dream of barn fires. I must say, we have way cooler barns in my dreams.