Counting Strikes

by CRAFTY KEN   Jul 21, 2019

Counting Strikes

Yesterday, a typical day here in the Cape, it’s 2:30 pm, dark clouds pop up far away, as the locals say, you can set your watch by them, by the way.

I began joyously singing; I love a rainy day, I love a rainy day, the kids began to cry; daddy, you were going to take us bye, bye, gave them a big hug, and a sigh.

I love counting the lightning strikes when they flash bright across the sky, you can tell how many miles away they are by counting; “One thousand over and over until you hear the thunder, if you count one thousand five times, the storm is five miles away”

The birds flew for their lives as the storm approached from the East, funny how God’s bolts can panic man, and beast! The proud rich man stands on the Golf turf when a huge bolt strikes just feet from him, it licks his pants, melts his gold watch, trembling much, he fears what’s been deposited in his crotch.

Who knew, as reported by those nearby, an arrogant man stepped onto his yacht, looked up to the clear blue Sky, shouted with a loud voice; “Here am I”
Instantly a bolt of lightning struck his head, leaving him dead.

Even though I have faith in God, while sitting in my partially opened garage, enjoying watching the ducks splashing in the rain puddles, a nice bath to take, a huge bolt of lightning struck close by, it's piercing clap of thunder had my heart feeling like “Shake & Bake”

We live in the lightning Capital of the World, if God wants my life, he doesn’t need a *bolt of lightning to take it, his power is proving the electric pulse that keeps my heart beating with a hum, in harmony with the fife, and drum.

*When my mom was around sixteen, she was washing dishes during a big storm, no air-conditioning those days, so all the windows were open. Grampa had a chair, and had his feet on the windows edge. They heard a clap of thunder that shook the whole house, my mom turned to see a ball of fire that knocked Grandpa to the floor, she watched as it made it’s exit out the living room window. Grandpa was unconscious for many hours, but recovered completely.

Author Ken
July 21, 2019


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  • 10 months ago

    by Truth Bringer

    i am glad your grandpa recovered. nature is beautiful but powerful

  • 11 months ago

    by Everlasting

    “Here am I”
    Instantly a bolt of lightning struck his head, leaving him dead. “

    All I have to say is ... ouch.
    I’m glad your Grampa was able to recover.

    • 11 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks for the nice comments!