Rainstorms were often dramatic, and one afternoon when Morgan was napping, one came up and I had Kyle (then 11) help me roll up the front porch bamboo blinds (kept off the hot morning sun) so they wouldn't rip in the wind.
He was a bit afraid of the lightning storm, so I suggested we could sit on the swing in relative safety to enjoy the rain.
I gave the adult spiel of if you hear the thunder, the bolt has already moved on, and soon had him applauding enthusiastically at the magnificent loud boom-booms!
Leading him further, when I knew the lightning was not in the immediate area, I told him to get off the porch into the warm rain in his shorts and shake his fists and arms at the sky to see what would happen.
God understands grandmothers, because when he did, the thunder sounded strongly far off and the rain intensified! LOL
He repeated the gestures with glee, and it happened repeatedly, harder each time!
There are few such triumphs in young lives these days, trapped by sterile electronics and 'Possessions' and name clothing that cannot rival the thrill of having awesome personal power....
It is up to us to allow them to tap into it.