In the dead of the night, rooms are filled with flashes of light.
For a moment it appears to be midday.
Familiar objects around the room take in the light, wishing the sun would rise and shine through the room.
Seconds later the booming sound of thunder shakes the house.
Her bright eyes pop open, and then the fear takes over.
In her six years, thunder has always been a terrifying event.
In her hectic state she dashed to her brother’s room,
She dodges the sound of thunder as she runs down the hall.
She leaps on her brother, and once again confides to him about her fear.
He cuddles her and teaches her to count the seconds between the lightning and thunder,
To wash away her distress.
She takes in his nine year old wisdom, and falls asleep in his arms.