Fiction. If the Sky could Talk

If the Sky Could Talk.

Time for the cows to be milked again, it had been a horrible day and the storm was still hanging around, not being able to explore the banks of the stream and look for new woodpecker holes made for a very boring day, even feeding the pet eels was not appealing with all the mud around.
Mother had to do the milking as father was away working up north, luckily I had my elder brother to play games with, but we were getting sick of the homemade spinning tops and knucklebones that were part of our small collection of toys. We needed to keep ourselves amused for another two hours and had been lectured about no fighting and touching anything that was out of bounds to us.
Big brother was a little cruel to me, being four years older gave him a sense of leadership and I always had to obey his commands or get a clip over the ears.
The big old house was creaking in the wind, suddenly a very loud clap of thunder seemed to break just over the house causing many new noises and vibrations, and this sent the both of us scampering beneath a bed for protection.
Continuous flashes of lightening followed by thunder seemed to come right into the bedroom. Big brother thought this would be a good time to scare me with ghost stories and weird noises, I tried screaming and crying but was soon told no one would hear me, only the angry sky people and I should shut up before their anger got worse.
Brother new it was the chance he had been waiting for to pay me back for breaking his wooden tip truck, then lying that the dog had chewed the wheels off and buried them in the garden.
The storm gathered some strength, howling wind, we both never wondered about our mother having to milk cows in this sort of weather. Suddenly there was a crash above us and soon there were branches scattered all over the floor, the bed was crushed, somehow we were not hurt, only frightened, brother started feeling sorry for the way he had scared me, really I think he was worried for himself. Soon the floor was wet with the heavy rain falling through a big hole in the roof. We both made our way around the rubble and ran very fast to another room, at least it was dry, as the house had no electricity we remembered not to light a kerosene lamp in case of fire.
Mother discovered two very frightened boys on her return, but when she saw the huge limb of the old apple tree lying in the bedroom she decided to walk across the flooded fields to the neighbours for help. They soon arrived with axes and removed the tree before covering the hole with old cow and horse covers.
We were asked if we were frightened and of course we denied that and said we enjoyed the thunder and lightening, I felt quite grown up saying this, also not telling her how big brother had made me terrified, at least he was kind to me until I did something wrong to annoy him.