It was as if a plough truck drove into my home as thunder roared and shook the house..
Petrified at the sudden quake and explosive boom overhead, I laid still covering my ears..
Whoosh.. down came the rain like waterfalls..
One step outside and you'd be drenched!
A second wave hit the house, and so did several more..
I gathered courage and looked to the sky
Flash.. lightening crackles across the dull morning grey
Slowly I count, 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. thunder echoed softer..
A gentle sigh.. relief.
The storm has passed.
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Lightening Strikes in High Places
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