The storm rolled in this morning, sending thunder ahead in warning, like the drums of a potentate’s caravan.

Boom. Boom. I’m coming

BOOM. BOOM. Getting closer!

I got out of bed and stood at the bedroom window, watching the winds whip the trees, the flashes of lightning, and the heavy rain. I’ll never tire of thunderstorms.

About a month ago a t-storm took out the computer of a friend of my roommate, this with the machine plugged into a surge protector.

Two weeks ago a co-worker of my roommate got a call from the security company that monitors his home: his home was on fire. He raced home only to find a mess where his home was. Lightning had hit a copper pipe attached to his gas furnace and caused the furnace to blow up. Luckily, no one was home.

Thunderstorms. I really love them. However, it’s not a good idea to take a shower in a storm, talk on the phone, play golf, or work on the computer. After all you never know when you’ll be

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