I got another idea, guys! I actually have a list of about 3 or 4 to write, so here's the first one.

Kate sighed as she rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Rick was asleep beside her, or at least she figured he was because of his snoring, but Kate couldn't fall asleep. Another crash of thunder was followed by a flash of lightning, and Kate savored the harsh noise and brilliant light they caused. She loved storms, loved the sharp crack of thunder as it echoed through their house. She loved how the lightning flashed through the sky and lit up the surrounding area in a single bright second. And she loved how it reminded her of her and Rick's first night together.

Another crack of thunder sounded, and Kate felt a smile cross her face. She slipped out from under Rick's arm and out of the bed. She adjusted her shorts and t-shirt before she stepped out of their bedroom and into the living room to the large window that took up one wall. She sat on the window seat and looked out at the city she loved so much.

As she watched the rain falling, she allowed her mind to wander, back to the storm that had caused her and Rick to start down the path that had led them here. She was just about to relive the bedroom activities from the night when she heard pounding feet on the stairs. Kate whipped her head around and saw Bex hurrying down the stairs clutching her stuffed moose.

"Bex." Kate called softly to her daughter.

Bex stopeed and looked around in fear before her eyes landed on her mother. Instantly, the three-year-old was running toward her mother. Kate held her arms out and Bex crashed into them just as another crash of thunder hit, and Kate didn't miss the whimper that exited her daughter's mouth.

Kate pulled her daughter into her lap and situated her so that she was also looking out the window. "What's wrong, Bex? Did the thunder scare you?"

"Not me. Mr. Moose."

Kate laughed and kissed her daughter's head. "It's ok to be scared, Bex."

"But you're not." Bex said quietly.

"No, not anymore. I used to be, though."

"Really?"

"Of course. I was about your age and we got a massive thunderstorm."

"Is that what this is?" Bex asked as she peered out the window cautiously.

"No, this is a good old fashioned rain storm. A thunderstorm is just that really loud noise over and over."

"I wouldn't like that."

Kate smiled and kissed her daughter's tear-stained cheek. "I didn't either. I ran to my parents' room, but their bed was empty. They'd been out on a date that night, and I'd forgotten. The babysitter was still on the couch sleeping, and I didn't want her to think I was a baby, so I climbed into my parents' bed to wait for them. They got home a little later, and by that point I thought something had happened to them and they were never coming home. So when my mom walked in, I was crying on their bed. She picked me up and carried me to the window and showed me how to tell if the storm was moving away from us or closer to us. It worked and I stopped crying after a few minutes. Every storm after that she did the same thing until I wasn't afraid anymore. Now I love storms because they remind me of my mom."

"Will you show me, Mumma?" Bex asked.

"Of course, baby girl. When the next lightning flashes, we're going to start counting, ok?"

Bex nodded, and when the next flash happened, Kate helped her count until they heard another hit of thunder.

"Alright, we go up to 7, Bex."

"What's that mean?"

"It means the storm is 7 miles away."

Bex nodded, and they repeated the counting process when another flash occurred.

"We got to 9 that time, Mumma."

"That means the storm is 9 miles away."

"So it's leaving?"

Kate smiled and nodded to her daughter. "It is."

The two of them sat together for a few more moments before Kate could tell Bex was falling asleep.

"Come on, Bex. Back to bed."

"Can I stay with you and Daddy?" Bex asked softly.

Kate sighed. "Alright, but only because of the thunder."

Bex nodded sleepily, and Kate carefully stood and carried her daughter and her moose back to the master bedroom. She set Bex on her side of the bed and watched as she crawled over and moved Rick's arms so she could slip underneath it. Kate shook her head and climbed in behind her and scooted over so they were all touching.

"Kate?" Rick murmured groggily.

"Shh, Rick. Go back to sleep."

"Bex-"

"Shh. Mumma said sleep, Daddy." Bex said as she snuggled closer to her father.

Rick chuckled. "Alright."

Kate watched as her husband and daughter fell asleep. Bex still twitched with each clap of thunder, but it was getting progressively smaller each time. When the storm finally ended, Kate brought her hand to lay on top of Rick's and she twined their fingers together before she too fell asleep.

Boom. There you go. If the little trick seemed weird, please don't hate me. My kindergarten teacher taught my class that, but I never really needed it, because let's face it, Phoenix doesn't really get massive storms aside from about 3 weeks out of the year. And by that point, everyone is too excited to be scared. Because water falling from the sky? Yeah, that's just weird.
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