"It's a bit early in the year for thunderstorms where I come from. It's not unheard of, but the real nice ones like this don't usually come until summer starts." Sure, it was probably odd for him to speak of a violent storm like this in such affectionate tones. But he liked sitting in one of the big front windows of their house to watch the lightning. And usually it meant that the day after was going to be a really nice day, so he was sure to have plans with some people at the beach for then when the weather was in their favor.

He didn't really like summer much now, though. The nights were shorter and the hot air made the sun's rays even worse. He might have to actually be nocturnal when the time comes. That would make this fighting thing even harder than it already was.