I hope this storm doesn’t pass
Let it rain down with it’s passion, it’s class
The wind lifts me off my feet From the words it whispers sounds so sweet
As the thunder rolls through my knees making them weak
Feeling it’s energy, I can barely speak
Storms like these raging through the night On a warm summers eve giving my senses delight
So rage on summer storm and make me feel new each day that you pass leaving sunny skies blue
I look forward to running out in the rain as long as the feeling remains the same
Dishes in the Sink 
As a meteorologist having experienced many storms, your descriptive writing brings many storm memories to mind.
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