Poor Rex is Afraid of Storms

I hadn't seen Rex in a while.  I searched the house for him.  Nope, not under our bed, his favorite hiding place.  Not sleeping on the couch.  Not looking out Hanna's window.

Where could he be?  I started putting laundry away and what did I find?  Rex, behind the low hanging clothes in our closet.  He is terribly afraid of storms and it was thundering and threatening rain most of the night.  I have never seen him hide in this particular spot. 

He stayed there until midnight or so when the danger had passed.