When I was a kid my grandmother, in an attempt to quell my fear, told me that the sound of thunder was actually God bowling. When a particularly loud BOOM would shake the skies, she would cheer and say God had got a strike. If she'd known how to give a high-five I'm sure she would have at that moment.
As a result I have to say I find the sound of a thunder storm comforting. I used to think Heaven must be a really fun place. I couldn't wait to bowl with God up in his heavenly bowling alley.
Now today, as I sit in my living room listening to the sound of thunder booming in the sky directly above me, all I can think is "Holy shit, enough with the bowling already!"