When I was a kid, very, VERY loud thunder zipping through the skies would rattle me. Especially if it roars out of nowhere! I grew up in the tropics where we were told that the country has two seasons: wet and dry. With global warming, I think we now got stuck with just wet season all year round.
Nonetheless I grew up being familiar with storms, sunny rainfalls (and the icky humidity that ensues) and city floods. Now that I live in Singapore, I have come to appreciate the spectacular performance of nature in what articles call a “lightning capital”.
All these years, imagination always gets the better of me — and I justified the noise with something groovy happening in the clouds. This was the image I held as truth as a child.
To this day, I continue to amuse myself (especially when lightning flashes and I’m in the middle of the highway!) by imagining this scenario whenever I hear the music of storms.