We're experiencing thunder storms most every afternoon. It's the Florida way of keeping tropical. The morning skies are brilliantly blue with a few white, fluffy clouds, but by mid-afternoon, that sky gets pretty dark, the thunder begins, and the rain pours--for an hour or two. Then, it's all clear and dry again. Sometimes, it rains at night. With the rain comes booming thunderstorms.
The thunder gets quite loud and scary; windows rattle! When my children were small, to allay their fears, I taught them that God made the thunder, the lightning, and the rain. We would always be thankful for the rain that made such pretty flowers and washed the beautiful green grass.
One night, my two-year-old boy awoke and climbed into bed with his father and me. We heard a few drops of rain begin to hit our metal awnings. Ping. Ping. Ping.
Allen said in a hushed voice, "Rain!"
"Yes," I whispered.
"God makes rain. Fank you God for the rain."
"Shh. Yes, God makes rain." I kissed his little head.
"No make funder, God! he growled."
What do you think about when you hear thunder?