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The calm after the storm.
Oh my word, I just walked three and a half miles with a darling friend. When we started, the weather was perfect. About a mile in, things started to change and we spent the last two miles or so in a complete downpour with lightning so close, it kept taking our vision away for a few seconds when it struck.
Children, your mother is a bad example and if you ever do something like what I just described, I will have your head.
And yet, my friend and I could not quit laughing. Water was gushing off of our clothes, we were sure our children were about to be motherless in the next seven seconds, our feet were mobile puddles and we were hysterical. We looked drunk. Drunk and dunked.
But my favorite part had to be that every time lightning struck very close, I ducked. I couldn't help it. Over and over it struck and over and over I ducked. Like it was going to *just* miss me if my head went down. Which only made us laugh harder.
I seriously loved it. Minus the part where it was terribly dangerous and I felt shame for my poor decision. But otherwise, absolutely hilarious.