The sky grew dark far earlier than usual, heavy clouds rolling in with a menacing roar. The air grew thick, and the wind whistled sharply through the trees. Cubis, the little one who loved to play outside without a care, stopped in his tracks. He had never seen the sky turn so black or felt the ground tremble beneath the booming thunder.
It wasn’t just any storm—it was said to be the strongest storm in the world. The winds howled like angry spirits, rattling windows and bending trees as though they were made of paper. Rain began to fall in heavy sheets, drumming against the roof and splashing across the yard.
Poor Cubis darted toward the house, his small heart pounding. Lightning split the sky, so bright it lit up the whole room for a brief second. The loud crack of thunder that followed made him yelp in fear. He pressed his hands over his ears and curled into a corner, trembling. Every gust of wind that shook the walls made him think the storm was coming to take him away.
Seeing him so frightened, Dad knelt down and wrapped Cubis in a warm blanket. He gently explained, “Storms are loud, but we’re safe inside. The thunder may roar, but it can’t hurt you here.” Still, Cubis clung tightly, peeking nervously out the window as branches swayed wildly in the wind.
To distract him, Dad lit a small lantern when the power flickered out. Together, they sat near it, telling stories while the storm raged outside. Slowly, Cubis’s fear eased, and curiosity took over. He began asking questions about the lightning and thunder, about how storms worked.
By the time the storm finally passed, leaving a fresh calm in the air, Cubis had learned something important: even the strongest storm in the world can be faced with courage when someone you love is by your side. What had started as a night of terror ended with comfort, warmth, and the gentle reminder that no storm lasts forever.
