Lightning

The wind was whipping off Lake Michigan and furiously rattling Becky's bedroom window. Ghostly shadows dashed across the walls with each blinding flash of lightning. Several seconds later the growl of thunder seemed to shake the whole house. "I want Dad," Becky cried to her brother. "Stop your whining and turn the light off!" yelled Mitch. "No, I'm scared -- Dad!" Becky cried out. Finally, their father appeared at the bedroom door. "Tell her to stop being a baby, I'm trying to sleep," brother Mitch said angrily.