(Isn't this an amazing photograph? Some guy from Atlanta took it during one of the recent storms)
I've always had a fear of thunderstorms, I don't really know what caused it. Sometimes if the storms got bad enough, I would always make a palet in the floor next to my moms bed. Isn't it amazing how we think our parents can save us from EVERY THING?? I wish they could.
As I've grown up I've been able to tolerate thunderstorms more, but I still get anxious. Hardy gets aggravated at me because if we're in bed when a storm comes I will scoot closer to him, ha ha ha. It's obviously tornado season and it seems like for the past 3-4 weeks we've had at least one good storm a week and quite frankly, I'm getting tired of it.
A. I don't feel comfortable going to sleep assuming there's impending doom headed my way.
B. I hate falling asleep and getting woken up by thunder, crazy lightning, wind or even hail.
C. I hate that the news/meterologists build up the suspense all day, telling us to prepare for the worst, but when it actually hits our city - they're too busy talking about other miscellaneous news reports instead of covering the weather conditions constantly.
D. I don't like not being able to SEE - you know because it's dark at night.
E. I worry I won't get to my cats in time.
I know storms are a part of nature but I just don't like their unpredictable-ness.
I'm always afraid for Akela too LoL
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