As I lay down to sleep last night, an earth-shattering thunder hit the area. I was fortunate that I happened to open my eyes when the lightning hit. It prepared me for the coming angry sound. Even though I was ready for it, I was not ready for its loudness. It was the loudest thunder I have heard in my life. It then made me nervous because I wondered if the lightning was really close to us, and wondered if another lightening would hit and set the house on fire. (Note: Japanese houses are mostly made of wood.)
The thunder reminded me of that one eventful night more than 20 years ago... I was eight-year-old, home alone. Each time the thunder came, more tears flew down my cheeks as I trembled.
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