I love a good thunder storm. I love to watch the bolts of lightening streak across the big billowy clouds in a distant storm. I am not, however, crazy about any hail that might happen to fall our way.
I remember that when I was a young child, my brother and I would sit on the screened-in front porch of our grandparents house and watch the storm. It fascinated me even back then. I remember one particular stormy afternoon, when I was about 6 years old, sitting there in the lawn chair, watching the lightning and it struck very close by. Then came the loud ‘BOOM’ of the thunderclap that followed immediately afterward. It startled me so much that I jumped up, screamed and ran into the house. Well, you see, at that age I had one particularly favorite stuffed toy, a little pink bunny that had a rubber face on it. I loved that bunny and carried it everywhere with me, except when I went to school, of course. Well, I had gotten so shook up from the thunder, that I had dropped my precious bunny and could not find it. I was afraid to go back out on the porch to look for it.
Two or three days later, I finally found that darned bunny right under the chair I had been sitting in!! Even though I had looked prior to that day and could not find it then. I don’t know what exactly happened, but on that day, there it was. I was so relieved to finally find my favorite toy again.