A Flash of Thunder, a Crack of Lightning

This came from Familiar Words in Unfamiliar Places. Another of the myriad ploys to try to get encourage the writer to be original.  Original in thought and in technique. Easier said than done. 

The children knew from Mrs. Bunsen’s science lessons that lightening only ever flickered when black clouds had somehow turned day into night as if someone was slowly turning the dial of a giant dimmer switch. Thunder would follow with booms and rumbles that sounded to them like sky warriors were bashing and rumbling their shields and preparing to attack Earth. The last time this had happened during one of those lessons Mrs. Bunsen had promised them that there was nothing to worry about as it was only explosions of air pressure, similar to when a squeakily tight balloon has too much wind in it and eventually has to go pop. But this was a hard blue sky day with a sizzling disc of pale orange sun and not a single cloud in sight. What was happening up there made no sense


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