It was raining cats and dogs.1, we were in a car and my uncle, who was2, had the situation under control. We passed slowly by an oil-palm(油棕榈) farm land. The heavy rain made3poor. So my uncle drove very carefully. He had all the lights on. So did the other drivers. I could4little spots of light on the other cars through the white sheet of rain.
Black clouds floated overhead. It felt as though they were about to5on us at any moment. Lightning6across the sky and onto the distant hills. The following7made deep sounds unceasingly. Some flashes of lightning came uncomfortably close and the8thunderclap was deafening, even with all our windows9. Suddenly a loud crack made us10. Then my uncle pointed a11finger at something outside the car. I looked in the12and saw an oil-palm tree some ten meters away actually13in half through the middle. It was burnt black and14. I then realized that it had just been struck by lightning.
We were so lucky that the lightning had struck the tree instead of us. Still trembling, my uncle quickly drove away from the15zone. We had just had a close brush with death. It was close, too close for comfort.
