I love storms…now.  When I was younger, I hated them with bookish excitement and dread.  As soon as my lights flickered, I would be in the basement wrapped in a comforter, singing old Negro spirituals.  However, as I grew, I learned that storms are beautiful lullabies.  Heavy rain, Dark clouds, thick fogs, low light, loud thunder, bright lightning, bouncing hail – you name it, it sends excited shivers up and down my spine.  Storms are beautiful in a wild, savage-esque way.  They’re the perfect backdrop for a giant mug of chamomile tea w/accompanying introspective thoughts.

Like I said, I love storms.

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