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The storm, my best friend

In the span of an afternoon, we've managed to turn Eeek! Thunder and lightning! into OK, I'm getting ready to go out and see the storm, my best friend. Hell if I know how we pulled it off, though.

He put on jacket, socks, and shoes to go outside pretty much before I caught up with the fact that he meant he was going out to watch the storm. I dumped my turquoise raincoat over his head, grabbed my own umbrella, and we went out.

There was a bit of hail. We watched the lightning and tried to figure out where the thunder was coming from. After things died down some, we went and puddlesplashed.

Yay for rain.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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