I like smoking lightnin'

If you travel into Cornwall on the A38 you will pass this relic of the 1960's, an English Electric Lightning jet fighter at Trebrownbridge. I pass this a couple of times a week but had never stopped to take a picture until today. Oddly , when I had just posted this back home, the sky darkened and I was treated to a small lightning display as a storm blew over...

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Bob Dylan