When my oldest was around 7 years old, he went to his room to grab a book for a car ride. The best way i can describe what happened next was like what I always imagine an atomic blast would look and feel like, bright white light, complete silence for a second then a huge boom. DS comes tearing down the hallway screaming "My room, my room." Great mother that I am told him lightening must have hit a tree and everything was fine. When he wouldn't calm down after a minute or two I actually went and looked in his room. Whatever the lightening had hit, it had run into his wall next to his bed (where the book he had gone to get was) and blow it to pieces. The only thing that saved him was his thick headboard, it was cracked into pieces from the wall studs hitting the back of it. We were very very lucky, another house in the neighborhood was hit during the same storm and burned to the ground.
Another lightening related story, happened to a co-worker recently. She let her tiny dog out to go potty one night. It was drizzling just a little so thankfully she didn't go out with her like she normally does but stayed in the doorway to watch her. As the dog is running back inside, she yelped and fell over dead - lightening had hit a tree somewhere in the yard and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.