The thunder ran through the house like an over-active two year old. Which was only fitting seeing as the lightning responsible for it was caused by a two year old. His name was Sam and he was not in the best of moods.

His favorite toy had just been broken. The now headless soldier lay forgotten on the floor in his tantrum. In return, his tantrum was quickly forgotten by his parents as the ground zero lightning strike had nearly deafened them and mostly destroyed the interior of the living room.

Also, he had quite startled himself with the release of the previously stated lightning bolt and was now in need of a diaper change. Which, of course, made him even more miserable.

His father, who wasn’t sure if he was in need of an underpants change himself, was trying to now calm the crying child in a last ditch effort to avoid another lightning blast in his own living room. At least it wasn’t raining inside too.

That’s when the first cloud appeared on the ceiling.