This evening we had a deep orange sunset, with streaks of rain-shadow being blown across the face of the sun. Then the lightning started, and as the storm blew toward us the lightning grew more fierce and then the storm hit and the skies opened and it RAINED. We turned off all the lights in the flat and unplugged the appliances and stood at the window for an hour and a half while Mr Tabubil took photographs of the lightning. Eventually the storm blew past us and we came inside and turned the lights on and plugged the computers back in and a spear of hard white light flashed from the sky to the earth and the whole world went momently blank and simultaneously a screaming roll of thunder hit so hard that the floor shook and the glasses in the cupboard jittered against each other. The bolt had hit about two blocks west of us. We unplugged everything and turned the lights out again and went back to the window for another hour.
It was reasonably spectacular.