By Mark Stenhoff
Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail, Or prone-descending rain. Wide-rent, the clouds Pour a complete flood, and but, its flame unquenched, Th’unconquerable lightning struggles via. Ragged and fierce, or in crimson 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 less than, a dull workforce the blasted farm animals lie. James Thompson, “The Seasons” (1727) were investigating ball lightning for greater than 20 years. I released a ball lightning file in Nature in 1976 that obtained all over the world exposure and that i for this reason many folks wrote to me with money owed in their personal stories. inside of a really little while, I had amassed approximately 2 hundred firsthand bills, and the dossier has endured to develop progressively considering that then. a number of issues inspired me. Few of these who wrote to me had any special foreknowledge of ball lightning on the time in their statement. still, as soon as experiences of alternative phenomena reminiscent of St. Elmo’s fireplace were eradicated, the remainder descriptions have been remarkably constant. moreover, approximately all who contacted me have been prepared to have an evidence of what that they had noticeable and appeared fullyyt honest.