A brief note on thunderstorms

Sometimes, in the summer, the sky turns gray and the air hangs warm and sticky from the humidity. The sun is hidden behind clouds, and you know it can mean only one thing: a thunderstorm. But the sky stays gray, the day stays hot, and you sit there waiting and waiting, but the rain doesn't come. Not a drop. Nothing. And you wonder about this suspense when there's no ear-splitting thunderclap and no sudden whoosh! of lightning. The thunderstorm doesn't come, the rain doesn't fall...until you step outside to make an emergency run to the grocery store.

I hate when that happens, don't you?

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