Man, I love stormy weather. It is the sort of weather in which you are supposed to be miserable and afraid to go out, and it definitely has its down points, but there is nothing nicer than sitting in a quiet living room with the rain pouring down around you and the occasional flashes of thunder and etc. It is one of the fastest ways to remind yourself that even in the city there’s still wilderness out there and until we create giant space lasers to control the weather (so in like five years) there’s still a lot that’s beyond man’s control.

I have always been slightly crazy and enjoyed going out on the porch or equivalent in inclement weather and just sit/stand there until the novelty wears off. It’s the little moments like this that make being human so exciting. Every time there’s a severe weather alert I’m secretly hoping for it to be the big one: a snowpocalypse or windstorm or ice storm or something that takes out the power or otherwise cripples the city.

I’d worry that I’m being weird, but that’s really the least of my concerns.