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“Well I can’t make it thunder more. You have to say, ‘More cloud music, God!'” So he did. And it thundered again. This gave him a big smile, and it made me snicker a little bit. But then it got much more intense. For the next 45 minutes, Grayson prayed to God for more cloud music sporadically; basically, any time there wasn’t thunder for as little as two minutes. And even when the storm seemed to be subsiding, he’d ask for another rumble, and no more than a second later a flash of lightning would come down through the sky, followed by thunder a few moments later. Each time he asked, Jenn and I would sit and look at each other in that “Good luck, kid” way. And each time we were met with a direct answer to an innocent and heartfelt prayer. We have a lot to learn from this bull-headed, feisty, determined preschooler.