The weather had changed for the worst. I'd been at the golf course when it happened. My dad was teaching me the correct way to hold a club when dark clouds appeared and a storm started raging. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and thunder and lightning filled the air. Dad ran to a tree. I shouted at him, telling him to move away from it but the wind was howling too loudly and he couldn't hear me. A colossal crash filled the air. I peeped out from where I was lying on the floor and there, covered in blood my father, dead.