The soothing sound of distant thunder is all that remains of the afternoon storm. Low lying clouds begin to break up, welcoming the gradual return of the sun.
“David. David - please wake up, David.” Sally cradles her brother"s head in her lap and rubs his face, trying to rouse him.
Finally, David opens his eyes. “Holy cow. What happened?”
“I think you were struck by lightning, a huge bolt of lightning.” Sally is still shaken by the experience. “It struck your crystals and then you fell over. I thought you were dead.”
David raises up on one elbow and shakes his head to clear it. “How long was I out?”
“For a few minutes. I"m not sure. The storm came and went so fast it didn"t seem real.” Sally helps David stand up and brushes sand from his clothes.
“If you think the storm was unreal,”
