... anything frozen falling from the sky elicits a squeal and a quick jog out into it. Followed by a less happy squeal and quickly running back indoors.
It hailed yesterday. I am an adult. I am very aware that hail hurts. But it is so exciting to have frozen stuff falling on me, I pretty much reliably run out into it without thinking first. Even my crazy-ass dog won't run into the hail, as much as he loves rain and snow. He looks at me as though I've lost a leg and grown a third eyeball all at once and goes to lay down.
I admit to being a little bit goofy.
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I put on galloshes and splashed in the puddles last night.
Everyone in my office building had to come outside to investigate what it was. Then they had to stand in it and try to catch it in their hands. It was quite humorous to watch and having originated from the East Coast, I quite enjoy "weather" myself.
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