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kjpepperOkay, so anyone who knows me knows I hate summer. This is for reasons completely other from the weather, by the way - I honestly don't mind the heat or the humidity all that much provided there's a box fan trained on me at all times.
There is, however, one thing about summer I love. THUNDERSTORMS. The kind that blow up out of nowhere, wreak extremely violent havoc for about 20 minutes and then disappear. There was just a nasty one five minutes ago where the trees across the street were lashing back and forth like grass blades, it was crazy.
And now it's over, only a few grumpy rumbles marking its passage. And somewhere out there a soaked![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anzovin slogs back home, bearing chinese food and soda for us.
There is, however, one thing about summer I love. THUNDERSTORMS. The kind that blow up out of nowhere, wreak extremely violent havoc for about 20 minutes and then disappear. There was just a nasty one five minutes ago where the trees across the street were lashing back and forth like grass blades, it was crazy.
And now it's over, only a few grumpy rumbles marking its passage. And somewhere out there a soaked
anzovin slogs back home, bearing chinese food and soda for us.
