I was visiting my niece last week. There were frequent thunderstorms, some quite dramatic, which fascinated me, but she didn't care for.
"Do you hear the thunder?"
"Yes, I don't like it. The thunder blows out the lights." Apparently the power has gone out in recent storms.
"What do you do when there is a storm?" Hey, I'm from the PNW. I'm wondering, do we run for the cellar?
She said, very solemnly, "You have to be very brave."
"Are you brave in the storm?"
"No. I'm brave in the daylight."
Gotta love that honesty!