I love a good thunderstorm, me. Living in London I don't see many of them but as these words are being blogged, thunder rages outside of the window with raindrops as big as two-pence bits hurtling down to the garden and soaking into the lawn.I'll go outside once it's stopped and breathe in that gorgeous metallic charge in the air that thunderstorms always leave.
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They forecast a day of them here yesterday - I felt quite excited but as usual the meteorologists got it wrong. Not even a whimper let alone a bang.
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