He was four years old when he first remembers the bright flash and the incredibly loud boom of the lightning. The awe inspiring power both excited him and also terrified him.
It was always the chilling anticipation of thunder that overwhelmed his thoughts. The bright lights would cause spots in his vision, making him close his eyes tight and wait for the impending boom and crash of thunder.
"Ryan, it's only a storm!" His mother would say, coaxing him from beneath the covers to comfort his fears.
"Ryan, it's only a storm!" His mother would say, coaxing him from beneath the covers to comfort his fears.
Even as he grew older, got more accustomed to storms, it never truly left him. He learned awe as well, a healthy respect, and even learned to enjoy the rain..but the moment before, the pregnant pause between strike and thunder never lost it's power.
He found it important to appease his professor, t
Professor was his nickname for his tutor. Dr Rose had been a professor many years before, now he found enjoyment in teaching children a couple days a week.
