I am sure that I am not alone in my love of afternoon thunderstorms. My love for these is as intense and steady as the rain that falls from the dark clouds.
When I was a teenager, I worked as a lifeguard for the neighborhood pool during the summers. Then thunderstorms meant three wonderful things- mass exiting of the patrons, playing cards in the clubhouse, and the possibility of closing early.
All throughout school, I had various classes in "trailers" (I think they call them something more 'sophisticated' now like 'mobile classrooms"). Regardless, they are made of metal. During afternoon thunderstorms, I had more than one teacher, on more than one occasion, proclaim it "too loud to teach" due to the rain hitting the trailer at all angles. Awesome.
And now, on a summer afternoon- a thunderstorm means almost the same thing: an excuse to do nothing. To sit on the couch- watch a movie- read a book- work on a puzzle.