What The Hell Was THAT!

Woke a bit before 4am...noises, lots of noises and it isn't the morons on
their motorbikes either or with their drunken friends on the street as is
the usual case. Continuous lightning blasting thru the windows and wind
whipping them open in succession through the North side of Maison Blanc!
Papers flying out of the computer room adjacent to my sleeping chamber,
another window popping open and rain, horizontal rain pouring in to drench
the curtains, walls and whatever else (oh my god the electronics...nooooo!)
So I reach down and pull the cord to the extension cord that brings power to the Comp. Rm these days since the great electrical disaster 2 months ago.
In an instant another lightning flash took out Lignieres electricity in
total! In a minute it's back on, then off again as yet another flash
streamed out of the black sky above to blast another local power line. This time it's out for the count. Grab a flashlight and get Kelly up to help with the flapping curtains and open dikes of the windows. Water on the floor everywhere, rugs sopping wet are thrown over the dining room table to drip dry. Examination of other windows show great leaks being blown inside by the force of the gale outside. The wind just whistles away into the night. I can hear the buckets that make up the floor of our attic drumming with leaky roof discharge. After a half hour the worst is over, it quiets and I crawl into Kelly's bed to sleep as mine has been drenched with a pour from the ceiling through an open attic windows. Joy of joys. And tomorrow? More of the same? I suppose. I'll wire the windows all shut and closed as best I can with their latches. As I check the window in Kelly's room I spy a little sparrow chick sitting lonely beside the ledge, it's sister or brother lying 20 feet below dead. That'll probably be it's fate soon if the parents don't return to rebuild the destroyed mud and feather nest. Sad.