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[katallison]

Really, few life pleasures can compare with that interlude at the end of a hot sticky June day, when the clouds begin to roil and turn dark and weird, and one settles back with a good book and a beer and the Weather Channel showing the lurid scarlet blobs boiling up on the radar. I shall now go stand on the back deck for a bit, smelling the ozone and the cool sudden blasts of wind, and wait for the storm to hammer us.

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[the-star-fish.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD we need a storm. The crickets are still chirping without pauses and it's got to be at least 90% humidity. Ack.