I once worked as a butler for a family who lived in the New Forest near Southampton.
One rainy day, the Concorde flew nearby and I experienced a mild sonic boom. I happened to be standing in the kitchen at the time, preparing tea. The shock wave traveled through the thatch roof of the cottage and struck a lone rose I had placed in a vase a few day's prior. All the flower petals gently fluttered to the ground.
It was a surreal, "Rosebud..."-type moment.