I am thankful that I still have clean boxer-briefs!!
The rain had just passed, and I thought I was home free, to go busting out the door. I was about 25 feet away from the door when a nice forking strike hit, and STAYED on the ground for a second.
I jumped like one of those Lions in the old Tarzan movies when they were shot, and made a BEELINE for the door.
One time, I was standing beside of my G-ma on her porch, when a strike hit about 45 yards away, right in front of us, out of a reasonably clear sky.
Another time their phone was knocked across the room and their outside box was blown across the yard, by a rogue strike.
I don't f*@k around with Lightning!!!!!!