Remember summer days with thunderstorms
Inside and counting time from light to bang
It shiver is, as one, be safe and not
And holding hands we wait for gale to leave
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And when the storm has blown away from us
The smell of grass and leaves is extra strong
We cannot wait for sun to dry the damp
And barefoot running out, to celebrate
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So endless summer days are gone away
Now summer days are only days of work
And thinking of the time, I still enjoy
The beauty of a summer thunderstorm
Björn Rudbergs writings 
absolutely different way of looking at it. loved your way. i was never scared of lightning and thunder, i enjoyed storms even as a child.
It was a “safe” fear I must say. But I live in a country were thunderstorms is a rare event,
I do miss the thunder. I find myself, in a city wherein there is not much thunder at all, although we have the highest rainfall in the U.S. I believe, or very close. Yesterday there was lightening strike which flickered the lights long enough to restart the computers I have not yet “UPSed.” It was quite close because the flash and the clap of thunder and the lights all seemed to happen at once. Most unusual for the area.
Our puppy, on the other hand, is most glad of the lack of thunder, as he is quite afraid of it.