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!"
