I lay awake in bed, as the wind howls in the night and thunder shakes the earth. The constant flashes of lighting hidden high in the clouds flickered like a broken light bulb. The wind toppled trees and powerlines and the lighting sent menacing bolts through the tops of the tallest mountains. The thunder roared and sent waves of fear through me. I lay, silent and almost alone, clutching a frightened puppy to my side as the rain pelted at the window and flooded the gutters. Surely there must be something dangerous about thunderstorms? It seemed strange to be afraid of such a display of electricity and loud noises without threat, maybe the sky was angry?