I hear it in the distance, a low rumble. A call to the senses. A sense of urgency - but for what. That primal instinct to seek cover? A sense of danger or maybe adventure?
But this night, at 11:00, I don't feel the desire to run to the window to see nature's light show. Tonight, I just look forward to snuggling under warm covers. I'll risk adventure another day!
Irma and others
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