A lightning strike is a frightful thing.
A drizzling rain had been falling for the last half hour or so accompanied by the soft rumblings of distant thunder. I was just starting to rise off the sofa to stretch my legs when the bolt landed less than ten feet outside my living room’s rear window. The bolt was barely discernable, swallowed up almost immediately in a flash of white light. Curiously, when the flash faded, it left behind a small cloud of gold and red sparks that winked out of existence as they fell to the ground.
And then there was the clap of thunder. Loud. Very loud. Startling, well… frightening really. I fell back onto the sofa, awestruck. Preferable, by far, to being lightning-struck and falling dead on the lawn.
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Carlos Carrasco 