The sounds of rain, thunder, and flashes of lightning awaken my senses. Many draw me out on my covered back patio to watch their arrival out of the western skies. If wind doesn’t drive a downpour too far beneath the tin roof, I’ll stay for as long as it lasts. Or at least until my partner gets impatient waiting to resume watching a movie or something. ~grin~ Anyway, I think I can officially call myself a fulgarophiliac and I’m proud of it.
I wonder if I can work it into my latest tale? Alan Watt, author of “The 90 Day Novel”, would probably be amused. And I’m quite sure he would approve.
What about you? Is there something family friendly that gets your blood pumping? Perhaps riding rollercoasters, hooking a nice bass from a fishing boat (that’s something I don’t get out and do nearly enough ~sigh~), or maybe you're a tightrope walker?
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