I used to be brontophobic when I was young for a number of years. My parents, though good and loving in many respects, were disappointingly unsympathetic. They were born at a time when there was less understanding of such things - they would be in their 100's if they were alive today.
When I was 13 we went on holiday to Switzerland in August - not a good choice of country in that respect - thunder was heard just about every other day.
You are so right, Tom, when you say that sometimes the anticipatory fear is worse than the thunderstorm itself.
Regards,
Harry's House