... I noticed a pink glow, at first barely discernible, enveloping the windscreens.
"I think we are going to be struck by lightning!" I announced to the other two.
Glancing across at the two to whom I was speaking, it became patently obvious from their look in their eyes that their reaction was: 'Our Captain is cracking up'.
That old familiar pink glow was getting brighter and beginning to turn yellow. It would come any split second now.
"We are going to be struck!" I exclaimed in a voice rising several notes higher, and instinctively ducking my head. The other two pilots were now looking at me in unabashed amazement when an ear splitting crash rent the air.
Head down and still looking across at them, I now had a broad smile on my face. They were sitting bolt upright with nostrils twitching at the scorched smell still lingering on the air. There was absolutely no need to say, 'I told you' - their expressions said it all.
Behind the cockpit door, by Arthur Whitlock