Best weather

My ideal weather is an exercise in polarity.

I love the heat. Hot, blue-skied, summer days with just the slightest breeze are my favorites. It's a common answer but it's true. I eagerly look forward to June, July and August so that I can soak up the warmth and humidity. Unlike most, I thrive when it's sticky out. The feel doesn't bother me too much and it feels doubly good to sit in front of a large fan with a beer on days like that.

I also love thunderstorms. The more violent they are, the more excited I get. I have been told by a few that my demeanor is lacking in passion. This is thoroughly untrue during a thunderstorm for you will see my deepest passions instantly brought to the surface. You will always find me outside, on the front porch or in the driveway, studying the clouds. I flit from spot to spot rapidly, checking each direction for indications that the storm is worsening. I cheer with each flash of lightning and take in the thunder like a person takes in massage. I love to watch the rain fall down in sheets, as they wash across the asphalt in visible waves. I delight at the manifestation of hail and often toss stuff into the yard to see how much damage the hail can do. I take in the chilling winds and let it flow all around me as I marvel at how it whips the tree branches and power lines around. I breathe deep and enjoy the earthy scent of rain and dirt colliding. I frequently run inside and refresh the computer to the Weather Channel's website, looking for whatever warnings may be in effect. The more there are, the happier I am. If there is a tornado watch, you will see my eyes burst open in glee as I run outside and immediately scan the sky in every direction for signs of cloud rotation. If there's a tornado warning (which is rare in my part), I don't hunker down in the safest corner of the basement like a sensible person. I rush outside, standing directly in the downpouring rain, just so I can catch a glimpse of that fucker. I am like a child left to roam free in a candy shop each time a thunderstorm passes overhead. I love the chaos and the raw power unleashed. And you can really only get this during the summer months around here.

So yes, sweltering sunny days, and tumultuous stormy nights are what I love best.

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