Open windows

I want rain.

As I child I loved thunderstorms. Not the kind that made the windows rattle but the kind that lit up the sky and had low rumbles. At night if it would be raining my mom would sneak into my room, open one window so we could hear the drops thudding against the grass and lay in bed with me until I fell asleep. Now, when I go home and it rains at night I still hope she'll sneak in and listen to the thunder with me. Sometimes she does and I enjoy the feeling of being little again, safe in my house even as the rain pours down outside.

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