There is nothing quite like the rumbling of thunder in the mountains. It echos off of everything and seems to go on forever. It can be terrifying if you are on a hike above the timberline, but wonderfully relaxing if you are inside on a lazy afternoon. Sometimes, when I am stressed or can't sleep, I try to imagine that I am lying on a couch in my mother's cabin during a summer storm in Colorado. It is one of my happy places.
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