So I’ve found that when we’re kids, almost everyone hates thunderstorms, and then all of a sudden there’s an age where everyone starts loving them. They’re so ‘beautiful’ and ‘incredible’ and great to watch. Yeah, well, I never really hit that stage. In fact, I still hate them and find them pretty scary. So you can imagine my delight when we headed out to walk the dogs tonight and I begin to hear thunder. And then see lightning. And then a lot of lightning. And more thunder. Fabulous.
+1 because it never rained.
+1 because no one died.