There’s something nice about a thunderstorm. Everyone stops to stare out the window and makes pleasantries about the weather. It’s an imposed break from the grind, and an automatic camaraderie fills the air. A girl can dream during a thunderstorm.
Unfortunately, it’s rained a little bit every day since Saturday and the forecast is the same through this Saturday. It’s not exactly magic for the spirits.
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