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iowan thunderstorms are some shit to behold, man.
don't be in your boyfriend's mom's barbie-ish car that is basically a pink chair with a tarp taped to the top of it it during one while she talks to you about tornadoes, though, because trust me that shit is anxiety-inducing. but the resonant sounds, the intensity of the rain at one moment and the softness of it another and how it can go hotcoldhotcoldhotcold on your arms while you watch bolts of electricity make the sky their bitch - it's pretty rad.
never thought i'd miss earthquakes, but hoo boy. the weather here does not fuck around. i keep telling myself that if a twister comes while i am in this house maybe i'll wake up in oz.
alas, there is no place like home.
don't be in your boyfriend's mom's barbie-ish car that is basically a pink chair with a tarp taped to the top of it it during one while she talks to you about tornadoes, though, because trust me that shit is anxiety-inducing. but the resonant sounds, the intensity of the rain at one moment and the softness of it another and how it can go hotcoldhotcoldhotcold on your arms while you watch bolts of electricity make the sky their bitch - it's pretty rad.
never thought i'd miss earthquakes, but hoo boy. the weather here does not fuck around. i keep telling myself that if a twister comes while i am in this house maybe i'll wake up in oz.
alas, there is no place like home.