The other day lighting hit a tree in the forest, maybe 100 feet from our house. It lit up the whole living room with a fire red glow and boomed so loud I thought the windows would shatter. I was worried about a fire but there was none. Later, we went to see the poor tree, see what had been done. On the side facing our house it's been stripped of bark from top to bottom and it's probably around 30 feet tall. The tree, other than being naked on that side, looks just fine.
When the storms roll in they echo up and down the hills and hollows. It's most wonderful and reminds me how tiny we are in comparison. The lightening strike reminded me how blessed we are too :)