The goddess of the storm is my mother.
I love chilly, rainy weather.
I love wearing my favorite sweaters in it.
I love lighting our incandescent lamps to glow in its semi-darkness.
I love curling up in bed to read a book to the sound of drumming on the rooftops.
It makes me, at 66, feel like 27 all over again.
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