I love the weather. I could lose myself in an early, sunny March day. A fresh snowstorm makes me happy. But my favorite weather is thunderstorms.
The darkening of the sky, the amassing of clouds, the torrents of rain, the boom of the thunder, and I want to stand out in it and scream into the wind. I don’t, because of the danger of being hit by lightning — I respect the power of the storm.
When I lived out east, in a town at the foot of the Catskills, the thunderstorms reverberated on the hills surrounding the base of the city. Now I live back in the Midwest, where thunderstorms feature gusts of rain washing the streets.
We might get thunderstorms today. I will stand on the porch and watch them.
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