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Eeee. Storm watch. I can hear the thunder outside, and it's making me feel wired.

I know I'm weird, but I absolutely love rain. I love it to the point of obsession. I just might move to Seattle. Rain, the drizzly, grey kind, makes me all thoughtful, wanting a big deep windowseat to curl into with a book or a spiral of poetry. That, and a big bowl of popcorn and hot cocoa.

Add thunder and crazy lightning to the mix, and I am ready for action. I want to throw on a bathing suit and run around in it. I want to dance to loud music and headbang until my hair is a frizzball. I want to grab some poor unsuspecting boy and kiss him senseless.

The rain is racing down the window and the temperature is dropping; the rumbling outside is making chills go up and down my spine. I'm about ready to party. Only thing better than this is if I could hear a little wind screaming around the corners... ooooh.

Excuse me. I need to find some distraction.

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