A flash of lightning. A clap of thunder. A downpour. We head for the door. We want to be outside on the deck, as close as we can get to the rain without actually being right in it. Even when the storm is not a thunderstorm, we sit outside and listen to the sound, savor the clean fresh air, feel the spray.
Funny, we don’t remember ever delighting in the rain like that when we lived in Seattle, but rain in Colorado, rain here in South Texas, that a whole different thing.
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