I love Alabama thunderstorms in the summer. It'll be a beautiful day: clear, blue skies. But you know its coming. You feel the mugginess weighing down the air, there's some tension, a heaviness about it. Then the clouds roll in, and it comes without warning. Big, fat droplets that fall down in sheets. So heavy that you look like you've jumped in
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Princess Chelsea:)
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