Now itโs justโฆ quiet. A few sprinkles, gone before you even notice. It makes me wonder what happened to those storms, or if itโs just one of those things that felt bigger and more magical when we were kids.
I miss the thunderstorms we used to get in California when we were little the kind that would roll in loud and slow, lighting up the sky and making everything feel alive. I remember sitting there watching the lightning, counting the seconds between thunder.