when i were a lad…..
… we used to live on a hill in the middle of nowhere and there was a radio antenna on our house. Lightning strikes were quite common. Telephones exploded, the central heating pipes used rattle together where the touched in a really big one, being the end of the power lines meant that we’d frequently see all out lights drop to about 20% for minutes at time. I loved it, nothing better than being curled up on the sofa with the dog and a good book in the middle of a storm like that, especially as my bedroom was in the attic (well hay loft technically).
plus my dad was struck by lightning on a norwegian mountain, he was on a TV programme about it and everything