I have always loved watching the lightning as a thunderstorm rolls in. It can be a beautiful sight. A couple of weeks ago we had a storm build up and move in from the south. I could hear the thunder rumbling off that way. Slowly it started to get closer and closer. I couldn't see the lightning because of the tree ridge to the south of town so I went back to what I was doing. All of a sudden I saw out the back door a lightning bolt come down and strike the medal building to the north of me. Steam rose from the roof of the building. I swore it was on fire. Funny thing is, it was the barn that houses our local fire districts fire trucks. Well, my oldest son had seen the strike too, so he called 911 for the volunteer firemen to come. I was shocked and amazed at how fast they had arrived. Not to knock our fire department but depending on who the caller is and where the fire is will determine how fast they move. The first to arrive had no shirt or shoes on and no key to the building. All he could do was walk around the building and look at were we had seen the strike.Soon others showed up. Finally a key to open the door. You could smell the lightning in the air. They go charging in and look around. The wiring was not hit, no fire in the attic. All was good. I had been told one time that God hates trailer houses but evidently he doesn't like metal barns either. This was the second time this building had been hit by lightning this year.