A thunderstormy night


The sound of thunderstoms over my roof was comforting, all night or seemingly all night to my half-conscious mind. Wet and war-like outside but dry and calm inside. I love the feeling. Maybe I was the only one in my apartment who enjoyed the night. My two cats were found, quietly crouching, under my bed. Houston’s summer began.

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