Last night I was awakened by a huge thunderstorm that sat above my house (it felt like it) for at least 30 minutes. The huge, thunderous booms woke up Eric, Lindsey, Kaylen, and me. Lindsey and Kaylen ended up in my bedroom on the floor. Kaylen started in bed with me, but then I convinced her to lay on the floor with Lindsey. She never said a word, she just laid there with her eyes wide-opened. (I wonder what was she was thinking.)
I can't even describe how incredibly loud the thunder was. To me, it sounded like bombs were going off. I actually looked out the window for some smoke or some kind of mushroom cloud, as a result of a bomb.
Then the lightening started. It was incredibly bright. I could count to about 1 or 2, at times 5, between the lightening and the thunder. We were right in the middle of the storm. To calm my nerves, Eric mentioned that lightening always strikes the tallest thing. Boy, it's good we have a 2-story house! I wasn't scared, I was just afraid of our house being struck by lightening and catching on fire.
The boys slept right through it. I thought Logan would be the most scared. He was afraid of rain on his window on Sunday night. I called my parents in the morning, who live 1/2 a mile away, and they really didn't notice it during the night. A boy from the neighborhood stopped by our house this morning to talk about the storm. He said his windows got broken during the storm.
It was totally scary last night, but now, looking back, it seemed kind of exciting. Maybe I'm just sleep-deprived.