Once saw lightning hit a desiccated palm. From a distance.
The explosion a sight to behold, we waited on the engines.
Lit up like a candle in the meantime, we were enthralled.
The company put it out promptly and we dispersed.
Another time, camped on a hilltop in the Blue River Valley,
a thunderstorm swept through Alpine, lightning near about.
Got off that hill in a heartbeat; a fright one remembers!
Yet the worst is when I frighten myself. Really.
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