boiling up

The storm came suddenly.
The kid from next door ran over, afraid of the thunder. We went out in the road and watched it come.
   "I hate storms," he said.
   "I love storms," I said. "I just hope it doesn't knock out the Internet because I can't wait to watch Barack Obama tonight."
   "Barack Obama!" he said. "I hate Barack Obama!"
   "I love Barack Obama," I said.
And then we ran back inside and the storm passed.