I like rain. Rain makes the world seem calm. When I was little my great-grandmother used to tell me that thunder was when a wheelbarrow of potatoes tipped over in heaven. I don’t remember how she described the rain or the lightning, but that was thunder. Every time I asked what thunder was, that was the answer I got. I didn’t like it,
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When I was a kid I spent a lot of time with my Mom's Mom. I was the first grandchild (on both sides) and I was incredibly spoiled. Anyway, I spent a lot of time with my Grandmother, and my Grandpa had died about a year and a half before I was born. I remember her always telling me how much I reminded her of him and how I even sort of looked like him. And at the time I was personally offended that she thought I looked like a boy. Whenever I would spend the night at her house she would tell me these stories about my Grandpa as an angel in heaven and all the things he did there. One night it was storming and the story she told was that my Grandpa was up in heaven that night having a big party with all his loud Italian relatives and that all that thunder was really them just having a good time.
Wow, that was sappy.
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I'm not sure why but it made sense when I was little :)
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