Sitting here watching the rainstorm, I am reminded of when I was a small boy listening to a thunderstorm. Granted, there is no thunder at the moment, but still I remember being told it was "the angels bowling."
Today when I tell my daughter that it is the sound of Thunaer rolling across the skies in His chariot, or smirking a horrid ettin with His hammer, I no more expect her to take that literally than my parents expected me to continue to believe in bowling seraphim. Yes, it's certainly a part of the mythos, but the science also has to hold.
There are those who would denounce me for these tales, and I suppose if they are of an atheist bent, I can see their point, but to those others, I ask how my metaphors are less than your own?
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