For about the past two weeks, the weather on this side of the mountain has been pretty intense. Thunderstorms, hailstorms, even a bit of snow and the occasional funnel cloud. Last night, though, was probably the most scared I've ever been of a storm. I awoke around 3 or 4 in the morning to what sounded like the freaking Apocalypse was happening right outside my bedroom. There was nonstop lightning and thunder, the rain and hail were so heavy that I genuinely thought the window next to my bed was going to break, and I kept expecting one of my parents to come in and tell me we needed to get to the basement ASAP.

(Also, today it has snowed just enough that the backyard looks like it's covered in green-dyed coconut flakes)

(Also, today it has snowed just enough that the backyard looks like it's covered in green-dyed coconut flakes)

Dad is going there on Thursday. After he hung up he said to me, "I'm going down there for golfing, not shovelling snow!" Me: "You could do both."
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