When I was a child, living in Detroit, I remember thunderstorms. I remember days of heavy rain, night skies with sudden streaks of day and thunder. I'm talking earth shaking, car alarms blaring, almost jumped out of my skin scared of thunder thunder. I remember standing on the porch, right in the doorway, loving the smell of rain. Running down the street, basketball in her hands, water up to our knees, nothing on our feet, just rain underneath. I kind of miss those days.

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Yours Truly,