Sitting in the rain at night

Lightning flashes. Count the seconds. 5 per mile 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 thunder. Just over a mile. Another flash, this time the thunder happens just as soon as the lightning and it's louder than the trains that used to roll by your old apartment. You see a transformer across the street on a pole shoot sparks, but you're still half-blind from the light. You could feel the air expand and contract from the intense heat.

The lights in the apartment building across the street are out. You turn to go inside and turn off your computer, but before you can get in, you see more light, then silence from everything but your heart. Slow. Slower. Stop.