My friend, I shall call her Freckles from here on out, recently moved to my town from up north from a town where they rarely have the crazy rainstorms we have here in Houston. Having grown up here I guess I either got so used to it that I just ended up loving it, or I've loved it from the beginning.
Freckles hates the rain. If there's a small chance of rain her whole day is shot. If there's a small chance of rain I check the forecast at least 10 times a day to see if it's getting closer.
And every storm is different!
There are the summer sun showers.
The summer downpours that leave that asphalty wonderfully rainy smell lingering for hours
There are the Hurricane Season rains.
Then there are the knock down drag out lightning and thunder storms. Those are my favorite.
I stand at the windows (very unsafe, I know) and watch while it seems the world is about to end. The crashes and bangs and flashes of light look and sound like an enormous battle raging.
The world is a magically weird place.
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