I had the scariest commute of my life tonight. I had to get home early and the forecast called for thundershowers. Got most of the way home just fine, but with about 3 miles to go, I see a huge lightning bolt about a half mile up the road right where I'm going. At this point, I'm so close to home and running late, so I ride right into the worst of it imagining that being struck by lightning is really quite rare. This terrain is mostly flat farm land with nothing but a few scattered houses around. As I'm riding, I see a bright flash and less than a second later the loudest crack I've ever heard. Whew, I thought, that was close. I tuck down and ride as hard as I can through this exposed area. Rain and hail are now pouring down in buckets. With less than a mile to go, two more lightning bolts struck a few seconds apart, both within a couple hundred yards since the flash and that god-awful crack were nearly simultaneous. Never have I been this close to lightning before and it was truly terrifying.