An hour before the pupils are dismissed from their classes, the late heavy afternoon rain disturbed them. I roam around the campus and check every classroom. I overheard them shouting. Some were very quiet. some were crying.
As soon as I reached my office, a big bang was overheard a less than a kilometer from our school. It was the lightning. The sound was deafening. But the continuous pouring of the rain became a monotonous sound to the ear.
This situation has reminded me when I was a kid. Every time, a thunder roared I covered my ears. When a lightning flashed, I ran to the bedroom to cover myself of the blanket. Then I went back to the study room when everything is clear.
I noticed my late mother who was busy. She covered the mirror and everything that could generate a reflection like glasses. Then I also saw her sprinkling around the house with a vinegar. What for? I asked myself. Is it something to protect us from the harm which the thunder and lightning may do.
Well, while I was riding in tandem with my male teacher, I was telling him about my friend who was hit by a lightning inside his house while he was eating his lunch. And he died instantly. He was charcoal burned.