A weatherman in the making?

As we're driving home from Minerva, it starts getting pretty cloudy.  All of a sudden, the following conversation occurs.
Gabe: "Wain, wain!" 
Me: "Where, Gabe?" 
Gabe: (pointing left)  "Over there!  Wook, see?" 
Me:  "Well, yeah there are clouds, but I don't see any rain.  They do kinda look like rain clouds though."

A few minutes later...
Gabe: "Oh no!  Cwouds!  Wook!  Wain!"
Neil: "Um, he might be right.  It is looking awfully dark."  Cue big crack of lightning.
Me: "Yep, I guess so."
Neil: "Are you going to be a weatherman, Gabe?"

FWIW, it never did actually rain on us, but it was apparently raining somewhere.