When I was a kid, my dad and I used to watch the storms come in.
There is that smell that the air gets when rain is coming, as the wind picks up and the clouds begin to move more quickly. We would set up lawn chairs in the garage and drink Coca-Cola and watch the rain, admire the lightning, and listen to the crack of thunder.
I don't have a garage to watch storms in anymore, but I did get to catch the one last night, standing in the doorway of the apartment looking up at the sky as the sirens pulsed down the street behind me, feeling a sense of awe.
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