On Sunday night, there was a bad storm.  It was thundering, raining, and very very windy.  I don’t know why, but a few hours before a thunderstorm, even if no one tells me, I can always feel that there is going to be a storm.

I get excited because storms don’t always happen.  They are something different from the usual day.  Some storms are dangerous.  I always remember to listen to my mom and dad and not go outside.