Again the lightning lit the sky, and I saw a huge figure standing in the rain.

The intensity of their silent private war was such that for a moment it appeared as if lightning might light the room.

As I started my walk, a storm broke and lightning lit the sky.

Behind her in the room lightning lit the window like a white sheet waving and the baby cried.

Far out over the ocean, lightning lit the sky.

Outside, lightning flickered and lit up the glass reception doors.

Becky began whimpering as lightning lit the entire sky above them.

Lightning lit the sky, reflecting off the water's choppy surface.

It was a winter storm; no lightning lit the sky, and the looming mountains were invisible.

As the lightning lit the room again, she knew only one thing: this was Richard, not Drefan.