ightning about





In the wee small hours of this morning I woke to find an electrical storm in full flight heading east. The sound of approaching thunder woke me and I looked out the window.

My bedroom window faces east and the lightning played in brilliant forks, illuminating the spaces between the clouds. I love to be able to lie in bed and watch the forces of nature at work, secure in the knowledge that I will neither be rained on nor struck down by lightning.

The storm front moved through very quickly and although I heard several grumbles of thunder off in the distance there was not a drop of rain to be seen or heard and long before daylight appeared the skies had cleared completely.
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