I'm A Friend Of Thunder. Is It Any Wonder Lightning Strikes Me?

I dreamt of him the other night.  He had not changed nor had he turned his life over to Christ. He was in our crawlspace again and he was still out to get me. When I awoke, lightning and thunder were still rattling around in the heavens. 

I made my way around to all of the doors to check the locks, then I managed to summon the courage to peer outside. As I stood and concentrated on the rain falling, my heart stopped racing and I began to feel calm again.

I decided that no one would be out in that weather. Not even him.