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Once had an interesting Fourth of July when I lived on a lake.
Across the water they were shooting fireworks and I could hear the echos and voices from far away. The sky was dark and clear above me but the horizon glowed slightly enough to backlight the treeline, behind which was a silent lightning storm a few miles away.
The fireworks would go up into the low-hanging clouds and burst. Then(sometimes in the same spot), a two-second bolt on lightning would arch to the treeline. EeeerrrrPOW. POW. BZZZT.
It was like they were having a battle with god.
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