Fear of..

I think something becomes truly scary when we think about the subject of interest and let our imaginations run wild.

As I'm writing this, I'm under the sheets in my comfort zone — half awake and pretty much mindless of the fact that it's 5am and I should be asleep. But hey, it's raining cats and dogs (I actually dislike this phrase but we'll save it for another time) and the thunder is keeping me wide awake... or rather, my fear of thunder is.

It scares me, when I'm half asleep and the sound of thunder resonates in this darkness. A part of me fears for the others, hoping they're not caught in the rain, or worst still, struck by lightning. 

I can't help but to think of the worst consequences that can come along with a thunderstorm. A power shut down? Buildings crashing down? Someone being struck by lightning? Earthquake? Tsunami?

I'm probably thinking too much and I would wholeheartedly agree with the fact that my imagination is the cause of my fear. And this statement is valid for all kinds of fear, I suppose, or at least it is applicable for mine.

Then again, now that I'm all grown up, there's no reason for my dad to wake up at unearthly hours to stuff cotton into my ears and coax me to sleep whenever there's a thunderstorm. (Yes, he used to do that when I was a kid.)

Still, I'm engulfed in fear whenever there's a thunderstorm, and there goes my sleep for the night.

Back to bed for now.