Around where I'm from, thunderstorms are pretty frequent. In a normal summer, one per day isn't unusual.
Back when I was still in grade school, a thunderstorm woke me up at close to 2AM. LOUDEST DAMN STORM I EVER HEARD, and that is compared to major hurricanes. No delays between flash and boom either, so it was right overhead; and frequent - you'd need regiments of artillery to fire that often. I stuffed my pillows into my ears just to keep from going deaf. The storm went on for quite a while - close to an hour later, I got up, went out to the living room, and found that my dad and brother were using the sofa cushions to cover their ears. The strangest part about that storm is that not one drop of rain fell. And somehow it didn't wake Mom up...
Aww, poor little foxie! Did the *BOOM* *dives under the covers with her* Around where I'm from
When you hear the sound of thunder, don’t you get too scared. Just grab your thunder buddy, and say these magic words: “Fuck you, Thunder. You can suck my dick. You can’t get me, Thunder, because you’re just God’s farts.”
