You know? Lots of flashing light and pouring rain and house shuddering booms.
I LOVE THEM!
When I was little we used to get lots of storms here in summer. Like, LOTS. We'd suffer through the sweltering, sticky, suffocating heat at school, then get home to have a "compulsory swim" (my mom invented those), then suffer some more while doing homework (though not quite as much, because wet-hair-dripping-down-back kinda cools you off a bit).
And then finally, FINALLY, as evening came on, clouds would gather and everything would get that strange kind of bright-but-not-bright-green-pink-almost-luminous look about it (I'm sorry, I know I'm a writer but I just can't describe that. You have to know what I'm talking about!). And fat raindrops would squeeze themselves out of the clouds and plop down, sizzling, onto the still-hot concrete around the pool, and then SUDDENLY the heavens would just tear open and torrential rain would pour down, finally giving us the RELIEF we'd craved all day (plus the excitement of the house-shuddering booms!).
We don't really get storms much anymore. Not like we used to. (Jeepers, I sound like an old lady! "When I was a little girl..."!!)
We had a storm last night. You might have guessed.
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