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Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to itself, like pounding raindrops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window, and it’s dark outside, and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp, and it’s so warm inside, and you’re wearing your favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book, and it’s beautiful outside—the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all—and you’re just so content and cosy and happy.