A Girl Named Leney

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Summer Storms

Photo Cred: Meagan Abell

Yesterday we had one of those all-of-a-sudden-out-of-nowhere thunder storms. 
The kind that interrupts the sunshine and brightness of a day rather rudely and abruptly. 
So abruptly that the sunshine sticks around for a minute or two, even though it's raining, because it's determined to hold out, almost as if to say "hey hold on a sec, I was here first."
The kind that comes with a ferocity and fierceness that sort of make your heart jump a little bit and if you didn't know any better you'd be a little bit frightened by it. 
The kind that you stand on your porch and watch and feel a little bit more alive while doing so. 
The kind that you feel at your very center when the thunder crashes, closer than it normally would be, practically on top of you it seems. 
With a loudness and strength that exhilarates you inside and out. 
That's my favorite kind.
This kind of summer storm.