Thunderstorms Aren't Scary
Author's Note: I wrote this on a four hour drive from a place home when it was raining and then stoping quite a bit. Enjoy and review! Oh and I take constructive criticism but no flames. Disclamer: I do not own The Outsiders
It was an early Saturday morning when thunder shook the Curtis house. Darryl Curtis and Donna Curtis, who were asleep moments ago, woke up."What time is it?" Donna asked her husband. "2:05am." He rubbed his eyes. " I better check on the boys." She turned on the light in the hall.
"Mommy!" Soda screamed. " I'll be there in a minute!" As Donna walked through the hallway, she saw lightning strike the ground only three miles away and heard screams coming from the boys's room. Oh boy, she thought. Hopefully there isn't a tornado coming. When she reached the boys's rooms, all three boys were awake. Three-year old Soda was playing with one-year old Pony on the floor with some blocks, both of which had been woken up by the storm. Eleven-year-old Darry had been woken up by his two brothers.
"Can you please get them to sleep? I'm tired from football practice and them playing and screaming every two minutes is not helping." Darry looked annoyed. " Why don't you sleep on the couch?" Donna grabbed a blanket from the closet and handed it to Darry. "Okay." Darry took the blanket and left. " Now how did Pony get out of his crib?" Donna picked up Pony. " I climb out,Mama." Pony replied smiling. " It's true. I saw him climb out." Soda stopped playing with the blocks.
The thunder shook the house again, and both toddlers screamed. "Soda and Pony, there isn't a need to scream." Donna put Pony in his crib. "Why?" Soda asked. Donna sat on the edge of Darry's bed, sighed, and then started to explain. " In Heaven, sometimes the angels go bowling. Now in bowling, sometimes the angels get strikes and that makes the noises that you hear." " What about the bright scribble we see sometimes?" Soda yawned while asking. " That's how angel teachers teach the lowercase h to the angel kids." " Oh" Both Soda and Pony said.
"Okay now it's time for bed." Donna helped Soda in to his horse-covered bed and tucked him in. " I tink I wike storms now." Pony talked around his pacifier. "That's good. Goodnight, Pony. Goodnight, Soda." "Night!" Donna smiled and turned out the lights. When the next time the thunder shook the house a few minutes later and Donna didn't hear screaming, she thought, Well, I hope that they believe what I told them for a bit. Then she headed back to the bedroom.
"How did it go?" Darryl mumbled. "Very good, and I only took twenty-seven minutes to get them all asleep." She crawled into the bed, and he turned off his table lamp. "Darry is sleeping on the couch, so you'll have to read the newspaper elsewhere." She closed her eyes and snuggled close to her husband. " So how did you get them to sleep in under an hour?" Darryl rolled over and then kissed her. " I will tell you in the morning." Donna kissed him and then both fell asleep shortly after.
Even though someday her boys would find out the truth of her stories about lightning and thunder, and the most important- how babies are made, Donna liked telling these stories. After all, Soda and Pony were so little they didn't know the truth yet, and sometimes, even at two a.m, it's the perfect moment to explain why things happen. Now when asked about how babies are made, Donna doesn't know what she's going to do, but thankfully, she has quite some time.
2nd Author's note:
scribble = lightning
pacifier = dummy (in some other countries)