i dislike it when that happens. makes the ground all crispy like.

sometimes the weather people say it's going to storm. a big blob of storm heading right for us. then it gets to our little village(it's actually called a village). it splits in half, one glides over us, one under, it's like there's a BUBBLE around us. it'd be easy for you to be a weather person here, because no one expects you to be right