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Dear Thunderstorms,

You know I love you. I have been singing nothing but praises for years. You know how much I pine away for a good thunderstorm when I am in Victoria and how much I hope for at least one good storm in the early spring or fall, while I am back east and you are relatively common.

What's going on with the two consecutive nights of thunderstorms, but overcast or clear days? Why wake me at six thirty two mornings in a row and leave me hanging, knowing I am in such rough shape, that I've got to crawl back into bed and get back to sleep? I know they were both fantastic storms. Are you somehow mad at me for being away for so long?

Please write back. I hate it when we fight.

Not feeling the love,
Katie