![]() You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Thunder torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes.
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