I will never, never, no, not ever, be blase about lightning again.
Last night, we had a doosey of a storm. Tony had just gone to sleep at
11:30 (finally!), and I could see the flashes in the sky, no thunder.
I got up to see where they were coming from. They were to the south of
us, so I knew they were headed our way. I decided that I should stay
awake just in case the very large elms next door or the redwood on the
other side got hit. At about midnight, the storm hit us. FLASH, BOOM,
FLASH, BOOM. Isabel went berserk. Tony stirred, but as long as I was
holding his hand, he stayed asleep.
FLASH, BOOM. I could feel the concussion. That one was close, just
north of the house. There’s a funny noise, constant, like an air raid
alarm, but not so loud. A few seconds later the sky lights up with
fast moving clouds that are underlit. Hm, that’s odd. Then the sparks
are showering up. Sirens. More sirens.
The storm moved off to the northeast, and things got quiet, but it took
me a long time to calm down and go to sleep. I was afraid that
someone’s house had gone up in flames. I could smell that burned
This morning, as I’m loading the kids in the van, the neighbor girl
comes by and tells me that it was a tree that got hit and where.
It was really close, less than 100 yards. I drove by after I dropped
off the kids. The split, blackened tree lay on the ground.
When I decided to stay awake because I was concerned that the lightning
would hit the neighbors trees and we might have to move quickly, I
kinda thought I was being silly. But it could have been those elms.
It was so close. Fortunately, nothing other than the tree was damaged.
I’m still tensing up, thinking about it.