We kept the back door open during the thunderstorm. The rain pattered on the fallen leaves in the yard. Through the window, a lightning flash illuminated the cars in the driveway, the neighbor’s fence, the pond in the distance. I counted the seconds … one, two, three, four. Four seconds. Then the thunder rumbled, somewhere off to the northwest. When I was young, I was told that the lightning strike is as many miles away as the seconds you count between when you see the lighting and when you hear the thunder. Four miles away, someone didn’t even get to one.