Once you clear North Las Vegas the trip is uneventful to Mesquite. Uneventful until the lightning. Just out of Glendale it started to rain. Then the lightning bolts started trying to hit us. Aiming for us. I didn?t know whether to speed up or slow down. Cars are supposed to be safe with steel cases and rubber insulators, but whoever was throwing these bolts was really good. One landed less than 100 feet directly in front of us. It was bright yellow-white and the size of a fat telephone pole. The strange thing was that just as it reached the ground, it splayed out in all directions with turned up spikes. Most electricity we’ll ever see at one time (without dying from it). They were striking everywhere. Some drove into the ground. Some seemed to bounce on impact.