Aunt Brenda and I were driving along the highway. A storm was imminent, if the small licks of lightning were any indication. Brenda, behind the wheel, told me conversationally that she is afraid to drive in storms. Ever since she got caught driving through that near-tornado, she's been [understandably] spooked. She laughed nervously.

She stared straight ahead and cleared her throat. After awhile, she said, "Really, this isn't bad."

"Nope," I replied. "The sky is pretty light."

"Yeah—" and just then, a fearsome flash of electricity caught my eye. It was close, and it was angry.

Obviously some higher power needed an ego boost.