Stories
When you were very little what sorts of strange stories did your parents tell you? Did they say that thunder was the angels bowling? Did they tell you the moon was made of cheese? Did they say babies were brought by storks or found under mushroom caps? I think that last one is terribly cute, and I've always loved the idea of angels bowling, even though I don't believe in celestial winged beings with divine power. The mere thought of it always made me giggle when my grandmother said it to soothe me. It certainly explains the "strikes" of lightning.