God's been cleaning house today. That's what Mom used to tell me when I was younger and afraid of thunderstorms. She'd say God was moving his furniture so he could vacuum, and that's what the loud, booming sounds were. All the water coming down meant he was mopping his floors. The lightning was him turning on the lights in different rooms of his house. I always thought it was kinda funny that God couldn't afford to get a maid, but it all worked to distract me from my fear.
The summer before my senior year in high school, we had a really bad summer storm during our town's annual celebration. I was going to be accompanying someone during the talent show when the tornado sirens went off. The entire gymnasium full of people had to cram down into the basement locker rooms. I sat near a little kid who was very frightened, and I told him what Mom always told me about God cleaning house. I'm not sure if he thought I was the most loony person on the planet, or if he thought it was a funny story, or if he actually believed me. It didn't matter. It soothed him to know that God wasn't angry w/ us; he was just doing some late, spring cleaning.
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