As the troubled clouds struck inland from the sea, they fell on top of each other and reshaped themselves in slow motion; a constant state of flux. With her binoculars, Rhona found herself concentrating on a hole that had opened up in one of the clouds, permitting a view deeper into the storm. This region was particularly violent, lightning bolts flashing between clouds every few seconds like intermittent tendrils of magnificent blue fire.

Blue Lightning