Absolutely nothing against a little thunderstorm here and there, but holy joint pain, Batman.
Either I'm getting that old, or the barometric pressure keeps jumping like a maniac causing all sorts of havoc on my wrists and surgery knee.
Now if only I could predict lottery numbers with this thing.
P.S. I totally stood outside with my head tilted to the sky, collecting raindrops on my tongue. www.ima10yearoldatheart.com
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