There was no lightning, so I let him go out with an umbrella. He thought it was the coolest thing ever. Or at least he said it was. He might have been too embarrassed to admit it was lame after he asked to play with the umbrella like 738 times. That day.
Rain is usually a pounding rain. It sounds like hail. And the thunder is like I've never heard before.
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