I was sitting on the sofa eating a freshly baked French Pastry Puff and watching an old movie when I heard what seemed like the loudest clap of thunder I've ever heard! I stopped chewing, threw down my puff, and ran to the window! I was so excited to see pouring rain and lightning!
I retrieved my puff and continued to watch the rain. (puff recipe in the Pioneer Woman cookbook)
I wrote him a story, though. It went something like this: Bryan and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Bryan had a fever when he woke up and found no prize in his breakfast cereal box. His computer crashed and he lost 5 hours worth of work. He went biking and a rain storm came quickly upon him. He'll probably move to Australia. The End.