Last night our house got hit by
lightning. On Sunday when a group of the trainees were hanging out at our
house, one of them asked “so with all of the houses having metal roofs, do any
of them ever get hit by lightning?” “Hmm I don’t know” I responded casually,
barely registering the question.
Last night, after a swelteringly
sunny and sticky day, a magnificent thunderstorm rolled in. The power kept
going in and out. I sat on the couch reading by headlamp and noted that, based
on the trick I had learned in grade school of counting the seconds between
lightning and its thunder, the storm was…approximately four feet from our
window. I was sitting on the couch in the dark and Anna was lying in her bed
when suddenly our whole house went “ZZZZ-ZAP!” My phone charger was plugged in
(thankfully my phone wasn’t) and at that moment it sprang a few feet up in the
air, sparked, and went “ZZZ!” Anna came running out immediately yelling “DID
YOU SEE THAT?!?!” because the same thing had happened in her room. Thank
goodness neither of us had been touching anything metal, including Anna’s metal
bedframe. I asked her if she had padlocked the metal grate on our backdoor. Thankfully
she had, otherwise it would have stayed unlocked last night, I wasn’t risking
touching that!
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