Rip Snorter's lightning blog is so cool, that I had to add one of my own.

I hae a little cowgirl friend, who is a wild woman, herself.  She never would listen to her Mama and did exactly as she damned well pleased all of her life.  We'll call her Sally.

Her Mama died shortly before this incident happened.

Sally was messing in muddy waters, dating a cowboy who was married.  (Her Mama would have had a conniption fit!)

She and this boyfriend packed up a picnic lunch, saddled their horses, took off for the back and beyond for a little tete a tete. 

They tied their horses to a barbed wire fence and set out the picnic preparations when it began to thunder and lightning along with a light rain. 

We all love a good rain in this arid part of the world, it just seemed to make the picnic more romantaic and perfect.

After a few minutes, lightning hit the barbed wire fence and raced down it until it hit one of the horses, the shod hooves creating a "ground", and killed the horse.

Sally and her married "beau" had to ride double all the way back to her Dad's place, where she saw Dad standing on the front porch.  Dad wasn't too pleased with this little arrangement Sally had cooked up, and knew all about the married boyfriend.

After Sally told her Dad what had happened, he said "Well, you wouldn't listen to your Mother when she was alive, maybe you'll listen to her NOW!"

That was the end of the boyfriend.