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Severa always had a thing for storms. Ever since she was little, she would sneak out of bed to go watch the storm brewing. Her favorite storms were ones that gave soft rain, much lightning, but little thunder. She knew she was safe if the thunder was soft. It would be farther away of it was quiet. Her least favorite storms were when her family would pelt each other with icy words, much like a hailstorm, the sound of the door slamming left loud thunder, and the screaming was lightning.