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Jul. 12th, 2008 08:09 amAnother thunderstorm started right when I went to bed last night, and there's really nothing nicer than curling up under the blankets and watching it be miserable outside. It's still raining out, and when I went out on the porch this morning the cover had blown off the grill so I had to wrestle a wet grill cover into submission, but I really do love storms. I used to hate them as a kid, but that was mainly because as a very young child I had read a book about Benjamin Franklin and it said he invented the lightning rod to keep houses from burning down when they were struck by lightning and it did not escape my notice that our house didn't have one.
It did escape my notice that our house was not in fact built of flammable material.
I can actually remember the first thunderstorm I ever heard; I was three or four, and it was far enough off that it seemed to me that the thunderclap came first followed by the lightning, not that I knew what either one was. To be honest I concocted a scenario in my head, as I often did to explain things I didn't understand. I thought that there were a pair of magicians on our street, moving from house to house and destroying each one. The thunderclap was a drumroll one of them would do ceremonially, followed by the other one casting the magic spell which destroyed the house in a flash of light. I spent a very anxious half an hour waiting for them to destroy ours before I fell asleep.
Come to think of it that is probably the scariest of the many implausible explanations I came up with for the mysterious workings of the universe. Though for sheer terror it does rival the monster that lived between my bed and the wall -- I didn't have a bed with an "under" -- which was made up of eyeballs on highly mobile vine stalks (the space between the bed and the wall was extremely limited).
It did escape my notice that our house was not in fact built of flammable material.
I can actually remember the first thunderstorm I ever heard; I was three or four, and it was far enough off that it seemed to me that the thunderclap came first followed by the lightning, not that I knew what either one was. To be honest I concocted a scenario in my head, as I often did to explain things I didn't understand. I thought that there were a pair of magicians on our street, moving from house to house and destroying each one. The thunderclap was a drumroll one of them would do ceremonially, followed by the other one casting the magic spell which destroyed the house in a flash of light. I spent a very anxious half an hour waiting for them to destroy ours before I fell asleep.
Come to think of it that is probably the scariest of the many implausible explanations I came up with for the mysterious workings of the universe. Though for sheer terror it does rival the monster that lived between my bed and the wall -- I didn't have a bed with an "under" -- which was made up of eyeballs on highly mobile vine stalks (the space between the bed and the wall was extremely limited).
