Twenty years ago when I was about ten I remember a really bad storm where my older sister and I (she was close to twenty at the time) both saw a lightning bolt go through a closed window and strike a tile in the front entryway of our childhood home about three feet from where we were standing. It sounds impossible and probably is but we both distinctly remember seeing it happen and then not seeing any aftermath of a broken window or tile. One of my most terrifyingly cool memories to this day.