I was about to doze off myself to Putzie's even breathing. That's my lullaby. I remember John soothingly telling me that thunderstorms were his lullaby. That was when I got over my fear of thunderstorms. Here's a flashback.

I was six years old at the time when I first hear thunderstorms. We all have been in a drought for a while and hardly get thunderstorms until now.

One day, I was sitting on the floor in the living room with a coloring book and then I hear a loud crack noise! Sounding like a lions roar. I ran to the window to see what was going on. It's raining cats and dogs.

I had this fear of thunderstorms. I kept thinking every time it's gets dark and stormy. I kept thinking a lion escaped from a local zoo and is after me. That's what Jill told me.

Suddenly as I look closely, a flash went near my face and I hear very loud thunder that either sounded like a lion's roar, or a building exploded.

I squeaked and ran out of room, down the hall and into by bedroom. I immediately crawled underneath my blanket on the bed quickly as I could and then curled up under there to hide I hugged my legs and closed my eyes tight.

Then I hear footsteps coming. I got scared for a moment and then heard. "Jan? Whatcha doing under there? It's not bedtime yet!" My brother teased. Thank god it's John.

I peeked out of the blanket to see him as he sits on my bed next to me.

"What's the matter?" He asked me and I shout. "Crawl here before it eats us!" Seriously, I was six. It's not like my present self is still scared of thunderstorms.

"What's coming to eat us?" John asked. I replied softly, "A lion."

John laughed. "Now where did that come from?" He asked again.

"Jill told me. Every time it's pouring, a lion escaped from the zoo and wants to eat me!"

John smiles and laughs. "Jan. It's just a thunderstorm."

"Ohhhhhh... But why does it have to be so loud?! And what's with the flashy thing? That scared me!"

John explains as I cuddle into him. "All thunderstorms are loud, and the flashy thing is lightning. It's a bolt of electricity. You know what? I keep thinking of thunder and lightning as angels playing bowling!"

"Bowling?" I asked confused as I looks up to him.

"Yeah. If you hear any loud thunder that would mean someone got a strike!"

Then suddenly a loud thunder crashed. I whimpered and buried my face into him. He soothes me and tells me it's ok. "At least someone got a strike! I bet that was our great grandmother!"

I giggled at that.

"It also helps me sleep at night. The rain is always my lullaby." He says to me as I listened and cuddled closer. "It's too bad it's in the day. But I bet it's going to rain all week since there was a drought."

I nodded. Then I heard another one, but I got used to it this time.

My parents showed up as I opened my eyes. I sat up looking at Putzie next to me.

"Jan?" Mom whispers, "Is everything alright?"

I nodded tiredly. I took one last look at Putzie and then planted a kiss on his forehead. "Sweet dreams Putzie."

Dad wraps his arm around me as we leave. As soon as we got in the car, dad drives us home. After the whole crazy experience, I was completely worn out that I fell asleep in the car.

There are times when I make people laugh by my quirky attitude, but there are other times when things get serious, I get serious. And when things go horribly wrong, I get downright depressed or traumatized by things like what just happened. But everything's alright now.