Ask anyone who knows me well and they will tell you that my favorite kinds of days are ones where there are thunderstorms.
I love everything about them: the sights, the sounds, the way all my hairs seem to stand on end the moments just before the first sound of thunder, and the way it smells immediately after. A few of my friends have told me I am crazy for preferring this sort of weather. I am fine with this.
I have grown quite jealous this past month as I have heard from person after person about the thunderstorms in Richmond and the sever thunderstorms in King William. And all the while the normally rain-prone weather of Nantes seemed to give way to day after day of sunny Spring weather.
Today was no exception as I walked from my dorm to my last oral French class. Soon after getting there and sitting down though the sky began to darken and then there was the sound of thunder. I closed my eyes and smiled - finally, a thunderstorm in Nantes.
It didn't last long, perhaps 5 minutes. It was enough though. Enough to make my day and enough to last me long enough to return to Virginia where the summer is filled with the sounds of thunder and the smell of hot dirt after the rain.
I love everything about them: the sights, the sounds, the way all my hairs seem to stand on end the moments just before the first sound of thunder, and the way it smells immediately after. A few of my friends have told me I am crazy for preferring this sort of weather. I am fine with this.
I have grown quite jealous this past month as I have heard from person after person about the thunderstorms in Richmond and the sever thunderstorms in King William. And all the while the normally rain-prone weather of Nantes seemed to give way to day after day of sunny Spring weather.
Today was no exception as I walked from my dorm to my last oral French class. Soon after getting there and sitting down though the sky began to darken and then there was the sound of thunder. I closed my eyes and smiled - finally, a thunderstorm in Nantes.
It didn't last long, perhaps 5 minutes. It was enough though. Enough to make my day and enough to last me long enough to return to Virginia where the summer is filled with the sounds of thunder and the smell of hot dirt after the rain.
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