I hate lightning!

Engine checks complete and breakfast ready to eat while underway we pulled up anchor at Wrightsville beach with beautiful deep blue skies, and a skiff of white clouds passing over as we headed further North. Our destination Dudley's marina in Swansboro. The tide table had changed so tides were with us for our travels North on the ICW. That was a good thing as nervous norvus, as Tom calls me would be able to relax a little more and do something other than watch my IPAD for the marked shoals. There were storms predicted for this afternoon but we thought if we just slowly cruised they would pass out to sea in front of us.  The closer we got to Swansboro the darker the skies became. We could see rain and lightning ahead. We slowed down to 5 knots from our usual running speed of 7 thinking it would be close but we would pass behind it. We could see it pass over the ICW BUT it seemed to be a never ending line of storms on my phone radar and we were going to run right into it.  AND WE DID! With running lights on, Tom watching the chartplotter to follow the magenta line and me watching the water, when I could see passed the bow in the rain, we inched forward. Only three miles to go to Dudleys but what a horrible three miles. Even Peanut was scared, jumping on my leg, begging to be picked up.The lightning and thunder were simultaneous much of the time. My phone kept sending text alerts that lighting had hit 0 miles from our position, telling us to take cover! Does canvas count!? We called the marina to confirm the depths to cut across to the T dock and told them not to send out help. It was to dangerous with the amount of lightning that was taking place. I took over the helm and Tom went out to handle the lines. He secured the bow line. The wind and current pushed us up against the dock so my part was easy. Soon Tom was inside, stripped and wrapped in a towel drying off. The storm continued to rage and suddenly we were swinging away from the dock. I yelled OMG we broke loose. I immediately restarted the engines. Laughter turned completely around on the bow line so we were now facing the other direction but thank goodness back up against the dock. Tom went back out in the rain,  retied the bow and tied our stern line to the dock. He had not tied a stern line as he thought the force of the storm and current would keep us up against the dock there until the lightning had subsided. A little shocked, all I could do is stare at him. REALLY, I thought. Now securely tied up we enjoyed a much needed cold drink while our boat litt up as if it were daylight for another thirty minutes. At least there was no one in their right mind outside to see him out there with his towel flapping in the wind, if you know what I mean. lol.