By Mark Stenhoff
Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail, Or prone-descending rain. Wide-rent, the clouds Pour an entire flood, and but, its flame unquenched, Th’unconquerable lightning struggles via. Ragged and fierce, or in pink whirling balls, And fires the mountains with redoubled rage. Black from the stroke, above, the smould’ring pine Stands a tragic shattered trunk; and, stretched lower than, a dull team the blasted farm animals lie. James Thompson, “The Seasons” (1727) were investigating ball lightning for greater than 20 years. I released a ball lightning record in Nature in 1976 that obtained world wide exposure and that i for that reason many of us wrote to me with money owed in their personal stories. inside of a truly couple of minutes, I had gathered approximately two hundred firsthand debts, and the dossier has persisted to develop gradually seeing that then. a number of issues inspired me. Few of these who wrote to me had any unique foreknowledge of ball lightning on the time in their statement. still, as soon as reviews of different phenomena equivalent to St. Elmo’s fireplace were eradicated, the rest descriptions have been remarkably constant. additionally, approximately all who contacted me have been prepared to have a proof of what that they had obvious and appeared fullyyt honest.