Pounding on the roof of our car as we drive home at midnight, I had only two percent battery on my phone, and nothing to do but listen.

I heard what was sounding like a million tiny pebbles showering down, pounding against the ceiling of our two year old black Jaguar, bouncing off and flying high as if they were on a trampoline.

I was laying down now, my body was spread sideways across three seats, with my head resting in my sister’s lap. I was about to drift off to to the rumble of thunder, when we heard the sudden crack of lightning.

Almost home, and falling asleep. Dad carried me into my bed.

I fell asleep to a thunderstorm, but I woke up to a rainbow.