Which is nothing like being jerked awake by a sonic boom directly overhead, while the equivalent of flash bang grenades explode in your bedroom.
The boy woke up to comfort me. He managed to stay awake for approximately 2 more cracks of thunder before his hand went slack and he stopped answering my questions. I have always been amazed at his ability to sleep no matter the situation.
Like in Sequoia National Park. Some animal scratched at our tent flap at 3 am. He woke up momentarily, registered the sound enough to realize "ooh, that could be a problem - pretty scary" right before passing out again. Meanwhile, I'm beside him lying frozen in terror, wondering how to fashion a rudimentary weapon out of my air pillow.
Anyways. I still love storms. Just not when I'm sleeping.