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 		<title>Comment on Rain&#8211;but where&#8217;s the cloud? by: Barbara</title>
		<link>http://barbarawklaser.mysterynovelist.com/2005/02/24/rain-but-wheres-the-cloud/#comment-317</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 00:53:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Ooh, I'm glad he made it through the storm unscathed, Reenie. 

My family and I came close to being struck while camping, many years ago. We pulled into one camping spot, but my dad had a funny feeling about it, so he parked across the road instead. My mom, sister, brother and I went for a walk, but it started to rain and thunder, so we returned to the camper. Less than five minutes later, with a blinding white flash and ear-splitting noise, lightning struck a tree right across the road, in the spot we were originally going to park. Our ears rang for hours, and we were all pretty shaken.

Even after that, I still get a thrill during a thunderstorm. I guess I'm just a little nutty for weather. In a storm like we had the other night I like to turn off the lights in the house and open the blinds to watch.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Ooh, I&#8217;m glad he made it through the storm unscathed, Reenie. </p>
	<p>My family and I came close to being struck while camping, many years ago. We pulled into one camping spot, but my dad had a funny feeling about it, so he parked across the road instead. My mom, sister, brother and I went for a walk, but it started to rain and thunder, so we returned to the camper. Less than five minutes later, with a blinding white flash and ear-splitting noise, lightning struck a tree right across the road, in the spot we were originally going to park. Our ears rang for hours, and we were all pretty shaken.</p>
	<p>Even after that, I still get a thrill during a thunderstorm. I guess I&#8217;m just a little nutty for weather. In a storm like we had the other night I like to turn off the lights in the house and open the blinds to watch.
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 		<title>Comment on Rain&#8211;but where&#8217;s the cloud? by: Reenie</title>
		<link>http://barbarawklaser.mysterynovelist.com/2005/02/24/rain-but-wheres-the-cloud/#comment-315</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2005 15:33:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>My husband came home early the evening of THE storm. He had bartered a 10â€™ metal, Iowa-made windmill for our backyard. I waved my arms furiously, looking much like a windmill myself as he strode across the yard, balancing the structure on his shoulders. He was so excited about his acquisition, he had no awareness that he was a potential lightening rod with the storm gathering and thunder announcing the imminent appearance of lightening. Arghhhh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>My husband came home early the evening of THE storm. He had bartered a 10â€™ metal, Iowa-made windmill for our backyard. I waved my arms furiously, looking much like a windmill myself as he strode across the yard, balancing the structure on his shoulders. He was so excited about his acquisition, he had no awareness that he was a potential lightening rod with the storm gathering and thunder announcing the imminent appearance of lightening. Arghhhh.
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 		<title>Comment on Rain&#8211;but where&#8217;s the cloud? by: Barbara</title>
		<link>http://barbarawklaser.mysterynovelist.com/2005/02/24/rain-but-wheres-the-cloud/#comment-313</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2005 19:25:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Freaky weather fascinates me. Except when all the digital clocks in the house begin flashing the dreaded **12:00**.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Freaky weather fascinates me. Except when all the digital clocks in the house begin flashing the dreaded **12:00**.
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 		<title>Comment on Rain&#8211;but where&#8217;s the cloud? by: Eric Mayer</title>
		<link>http://barbarawklaser.mysterynovelist.com/2005/02/24/rain-but-wheres-the-cloud/#comment-312</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2005 15:06:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>A couple times we've had rain on one side of the house and sun on the other which is an interesting effect!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>A couple times we&#8217;ve had rain on one side of the house and sun on the other which is an interesting effect!
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