I think it was a bird beginning to chirp in the roof which made me dare to speak, and then I whispered, "How quiet it is in here, and how cool!" I had hardly uttered the words when a flash of lightning made me start and cry out.

A heavy peal of thunder followed very quickly.
"Don't be frightened, Margery dear," said Eleanor; "we have very heavy storms here, and we had better go home.

But I am so glad you admire our dear old church.

There was one very hot Sunday last summer, when a thunderstorm came on during Evening Prayer.

I was sitting in the choir, where I could see the storm through the south transept door, and the great stones in the transept arches.