There is just something about a summer's rain that I love. I can look back at my childhood and there were countless memories of me playing in the rain. But some of my favorite memories are of my dad and I sitting out sitting out on the porch at night watching a rain storm. It simply does not get any better than that. The sound of thunder, the vision of lighting, the mist of the pouring rain. I find these elements of nature so beautiful (except for when I am hiking). When I was younger my dad would make up stories as to why the thunder and lighting was happening. I would laugh to myself at meteorologists as they had a scientific explanation of what was coming, when I really knew that God was about to throw a party.
I hold these memories near and I look forward to growing up and making memories like these.
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