Strike One Too Many

March 14, 2019

"Mamma", I ask one dark and stormy night.

"Why is thunder so scary?"

She looks over at me, a small smile plays on her lips

"It's not, its just the sound of the angels bowling"

I look up at the night sky, a flash sears beyond my eyelids, and try to justify this in my small mind.

Perhaps the flash is when the lights go off for a strike?

But then I think to myself that this reason does not make it any less terrifying.

I'm a few years older now.

I no longer jump into my parent's bed.

Instead, I lie still and frozen in my own.

Boom! Clash!

My windows shake, so little space between myself and the outside world.

And yet, I am stronger now, braver as I pray to my God to stop this storm.

After all, who better to stop the angels from bowling than their own Father.

"Amen."

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