A rapid-fire series of forked cloud-to-ground strokes split the rainy night sky, sending their collective crescendo of explosive reports reverberating with authority across the water. I know a few people living near the opposite side of the lake, in that general direction, who were having a rather loud and unsettled experience at this moment. Any closer, and it would have been unsettling to even attempt such photography.
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