A childhood belief about thunder and lightning

I used to believe that there was an old alien man riding a bicycle hooked up to a power generator in our laundry room. Of course, being an old alien, he was afraid of thunderstorms, so he sometimes stopped riding his bicycle and hid under our laundry during thunderstorms and the power would go out. I used to try to sneak him food through various cracks in the drywall. And I felt bad for him that he was riding his bike so much... Because it seemed like awful hard work. But, then I reasoned that he didn't need to ride his bike to give us power at night or while we were at school, and so he got a bunch of breaks, then.