As I sit here ready to post this, it's literally pouring down rain by the bucket-full. There is nothing prosaic or pretty about this kind of rain...the kind of rain which was preceded by booming rounds of thunder and electric flashes of silvery tendrils of lightning. Normally I love a wicked-good thunderstorm; the kind that sets the imagination ablaze with ... continued at New England Mamas.
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