Monster Man was in his room, drawing cartoons, when the first few flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder reached our area. Evidently, even with the storm still in the distance, it was enough to make him look out his window 'just to check' because he heard a noise. That was when he became certain that he had seen a funnel cloud swirling around in the sky across the street. The poor boy came running down the stairs to warn me, afraid that we needed to find shelter. I opened the front door to look outside, hoping to calm him down by showing him that there was no funnel cloud. He was so worried about me opening the door that I had to reassure him that it was safe before he'd even let me unlock the deadbolt to open the door.
Of course, the storm was in the distance as I'd mentioned before. We had no hail. The wind had only picked up a very little bit, to the point that you had to really look to notice the difference. The storm never got any closer to our house than that, either. It was probably a few miles from us at it's closest point. Still, just knowing that the storm was out there somewhere was enough to have Monster Man in panic mode. Even after the storms died down, it was another hour before he was finally calm enough to be able to get ready for bed.
It must be hard on Monster Man, having to fight off so many fears like that. He told me that he thinks his anxiety has him seeing and hearing things that aren't really there. I love that he has a very active imagination the rest of the time, but I feel so bad for him knowing that the active imagination gets in the way of his happiness at times like this.