What in the supports your description ? Crack! Thunder struck and rain poured. Max stared blankly out the
window, trying to contain his emotions that raged like the weather. He
was beginning to lose it. Dropping the kite from his hand, Max broke
out into full sobs. His mother comforted him, "There, there, Max. We'll
just find something else to do.” She began to unpack the picnic basket
that was on the counter and offered him a sandwich. Max snapped, “I
don't wanna sand-mich!" A flash from the sky lit up the living room.
Boom! Mom sighed.