The sky got even darker, and finally we started having lightning and thunder. Fleur got off her bed and tried her best to get completely under my La-z-boy recliner. Power looked very alertly at me to ask "What is going on?" The cat jumped off her bed on the motorhome dash and climbed up on the back of the La-z-boy.
The wind started blowing, the thunder and lightning crashed and hurled itself at us, the rain was not rain, it was torrents of water, and as Power put his head back down for the rest of his nap, Fleur was cuddled up to the base of my chair for emotional comforting, the cat (Chica) came down on my lap and tried to dig a hole to China.
After the storm was over, I took the dogs out of the motorhome, and closed the gates to the maintenance yard (where we camp) and turned the dogs loose to run off some of their energy. They ran like crazy until about 15 minutes had passed and they were exhausted.