For some reason, the thunder without rain made Timothy think of Thunderbirds but that was ridiculous. His mind was only jumping there since it was one of the creatures he was currently reading about. The humidity was a concern, his curls frizzing up due to it in a manner that Timothy rather disliked. Large chunks of ice were also starting to fall from the sky and this was nothing like he had ever seen or read about before. The rain was fire, a fact made much more real when it landed on his skin and sizzled through a bit of his clothes.