when i was living in kuala lumpur, we lived in a house that was built over a tin vein. we had a huge, fuck all lightning rod on top of the house, 'cause every lightning storm that rolled by would take pot shots at our rooftop. there was one storm that hit our house six times in two hours.
i used to sit in the guest house, looking through the glass doors back at the main house and just hold my breath, waiting for the strike. when it happened, it was glorious. i often wondered why we couldn't build some sort of power storage facility under the house to harness all of those volts.
the shattering boom would rattle every window in the house - we replaced a lot of glass living there.