Thunder comes from the old Dutch burghers in the Hudson Valley playing nine-pins in Heaven. It’s the sound of a strike; you can hear the pins falling one after one. That’s what my mother told me when I was little.
Thunder comes from the old Dutch burghers in the Hudson Valley playing nine-pins in Heaven. It’s the sound of a strike; you can hear the pins falling one after one. That’s what my mother told me when I was little.