It's been thundering on and off all afternoon but no lightening...just ominous grumbles in the sky.
One of the scariest things I've ever seen was ball lightning rolling fast down the telegraph wires during a storm...one after the other like some bizarre firework show...
And when there was a storm some years ago in the first cottage we lived in here, lightening struck the television and it blew up in a spectacular fashion spraying the room with bits of glass and wire and it wasn't even switched on...then the electricity meter died in a shower of sparks...I dithered beside the 'phone, imagining that was going to fly about all lit up at any minute, but it was alright and the leccy man came out the following day...I was sweeping tiny bits of glass up for weeks afterwards.
Himself's Granddad was walking home across the fields with his hoe over his shoulder when he was struck...or the hoe was...and he died immediately...which was why Himself's Dad had to leave school when he was eleven to go to work to support the family...
Even knowing that, I'm not frightened by lightning and certainly not by thunder, but there are still folk about who cover up their mirrors until the storm has passed...never been too sure why the mirrors have to be covered though...perhaps it was thought they'd somehow attract the lightening...and T used to be scared silly by it...she'd hide in the little space under the stairs. Might still do actually.

Don't know why Cousin Alistair reminded me of storms....typical Doctor not following his own advice about being 'plump'...!