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I wish all the thunder storms weren't on work nights...

The air has been charged all day. Now that the storm is here, you can feel the bolts as they flash: deep in your chest, almost in your lungs. Zoosh.

Somehow the ones without thunder are the wildest and the weirdest - when they crackle across the sky, splitting across like a wiry branch. Holding your breath for the deluge of the boom, and it doesn't come.

Maybe a faint rumble far away.

Probably not from this strike.

Just a brief charge, more like a flutter of your heart or a sharp suck of breath.

The dog is pacing; walking around the living room in circles. Clicking his nails on the floorboards. I think he'll sleep in our room tonight, he's nervy when there are storms.