But not everything benefitted from the storm. Lightning struck Don's office for at least the fourth time in memory. It fried the phone circuitry, some clocks and a keyboard, and blasted off the top off of a power pole behind the office that had been replaced only 3 weeks ago. Don found chunks of that pole scattered more than 100 feet apart in 2 different directions. Of course, it could have been much worse.
The night before, laying in bed listening to the rain, I had drifted off into a sweet sleep, without a thought about what the lightning would do. And as it turned out, I think, that was just as well. I'm reminded of the old gospel song,
Who knows, when the morning goes,
What the day will hold at it's close?
All we can tell is that all is well
In the hand of the One who knows.