Yeah, humidity sucks. Grass growing faster and having to mow it isn’t much fun, either. But there’s something about the sky turning black at noon—even if the horizon in the opposite direction is still a crisp blue—while it rains bullets makes me feel alive. I don’t like summer unless it’s storming, in which it instantly becomes mesmerizing. Instead of wanting to be inside all day, a summer storm makes me want to go outside and enjoy the weather, ironically. Even if the air is thick with intense Midwest heat, a summer storm feels like some kind of relief from the awful temperatures. I’m still not quite sure how to word my feelings for the catharsis I feel during a summer storm, but wow I sure do love them.
