I thought and thought as the storm rumbles closer. She was right. I was brave!
“Brave people can’t be afraid of a sound, child,” she said as we spread out the
tablecloth and set the table. When we were done, we hurried into the kitchen to
take the cake out of the oven. After the cake had cooled, we frosted it.
Just then the lightning flashed, and this time it lit the whole sky. Even before
the last flash had faded, the thunder ROLLED, BOOOOOMED, CRASHED, and
BBBBAAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMED just above us. The storm was here!