At the first sound of thunder we ran through the house opening all the windows.

You see, I'm teaching my children to love thunderstorms.

Something about the wind and the rain and the sound. It's like the song of my heart.

The smell of wet earth and air. The sound of rain on the roof. Seriously folks, it just doesn't get any better!

And then, of course, there are puddles...
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