The clouds gather, droplets of rain begin to fall. A toy is thrown and the sky blackens.
It’s mild at first, a shout and a scream. A prelude to the main event.
And then the thunder crashes around us.
Each bolt of lightning smashes down, scattering crayons and books, wooden bricks and teddy bears. The storm rages. There’s nothing to do but take cover in a corner, hoping a stray burst of electricity doesn’t set anything nearby alight.
It’s loud. So loud. The rains roar as the thunder drums. Each burst more violent than the next.
Everything is red and black.
Then, just as quickly as it started, the clouds disperse. A rainbow appears.
It’s once more safe to snuggle on the sofa and watch CBeebies. Spent.