Wow, what a storm we had last night. I knew there was something wierd about it when I was driving home from work and the lightening seemed especially snappy, not like normally where I see the flash work it's way across the sky. No, these were like, snap!, sudden flashes that blazed and burned out. I sat on my enclosed front porch for over an hour watching the lightening and listening to the booms of thunder. Even the thunder was different in that I normally hearing rumbling, but these were just booms, like a gunshot. Oh, and something else that was unusual is that every time the lightening flashed, my front door crackled. Wierd, but I didn't give it too much thought. I went inside to check the weather on TV and B called. We talked for a bit about how wierd the storm was acting and then I opened the front door to go back out on the porch. Still holding the doorknob, and just as I stepped out onto the porch, snap, BOOM, lightening struck in the park right in front of my house. I screamed (I'm pretty sure B is deaf in that ear now) and then I laughed as I told B about the lightening. Then I saw all the steam coming up from where the lightening hit and wouldn't you know, I didn't have my camera handy. It was then that I realized that my hand and feet stung. Hmmm, I think I got a little flash from the lightening. Later, after the storm passed, I went outside and took this picture. You can see where it hit on the bottom of the picture and then the crazy squiggles from moving through the grass.
Guess I should pay attention when my door starts crackling...or just wear shoes during a storm. Perhaps I should just stay inside?