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
