I was walking my dogs in the rain and although there was some lightning, it was spaced out enough that I thought it would be okay. I followed the racing dogs as I walked past the creek and started up the big hill. The land had recently been cleared and I followed the logging truck’s muddy path upwards. As I nearly crested the top of the hill, a huge bolt of lightning struck the cleared area about two hundred yards to the west of me and before I had a chance to react, the crash of thunder resounded through my body. I jumped and immediately decided I better get to lower ground but before I could even turn around a booming voice came from the cloudy heavens:
“Jesus Christ! He was right at the top of the hill! How could you miss? He was right THERE!”
This was followed by rumbling laughter that sounded a lot like thunder.
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