Tonight we positively had the most magikal storm! Complete with crooked lightning, brisk winds, tornado sirens, and pockets of rain sweeping through the city like ghosts. Eeeeee! I parked myself on my windowseat, threw my legs up, opened the windows, and read my book.
Mmmmm... and now it smells like wet, um, wet everything! Wet grass, wet window screens, wet flowers, wet trees, wet asphalt(?)!
Intense storms remind of two things:
1) Playing in them with Shea (which we had to do at my house so her mom wouldn't freak out - my mom just giggled, wrapped us in about a bajillion blankets when we were through, and then fed us hot chocolate - further fostering our storm skippy-ness). Shea and I also drank the water that came pouring out of the hole in the curb across the street. I blame all my quirks on the ingredients of that f*d up water.
2) Being at my summer home growing up. I suppose that since I spent the majority of the storm season here it only makes sense that I would be reminded of it. The smell of wet wood, sitting in dark rooms with my family while we watched the rain pound Crystal Lake, and then getting upset because my brother's and dad would walk around outside when tornados were about.
Man, did I hate when they did that. Honest to goodness, I thought a tornado would swoop in and carry them away. It freaked me to tears on a few occasions.
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sorry for those tradgic memories, but those storms were really cool. I remember sitting in the boat house as those storms came through after putting the cover on the boat in the rain. (your storms are just outside of appleton as I write, can't wait for them to hit)
OMG, the boathouse! I *loved* being in the boathouse during a storm - especially when I could crawl up in 3 blankets and fall asleep to the sound of the rain.
I know who "Margaret" is, but your childhood friend Shea seems to be mentioned in a lot of your blogging. I feel like I really know who she is, too!!!!!