Last night we woke up at 2am when there was a flash of light in our room and the entire house vibrated. Then the torrential downpour started. As I ran around the house shutting the windows I looked out to the street and saw three guys standing out in the storm smoking cigarettes. They were just standing there. In the rain. Smoking.
Luckily Jeff and I both like lightning and thunder, so we had a good time. It reminded me of when I was a kid, during bad storms mom would bring me downstairs to the basement to sleep and we would count "one one-thousand, two one-thousand..." to see how far away the lightning was. Oh what fun! I wish I had some photos...