ABSTRACT
A huge flash of lightning illuminates the stage and, two seconds later, “Kaboom!” the audience’s seats shake as a huge thunderclap rolls through the venue. Ephraim Cubit, his three sons, and the girl next door are all huddled under the kitchen table as the storm continues. From the ever-shortening time between the lightning flashes and thunderclaps, we can tell that the storm is fast approaching. “I sure wish I had cut down that big, dead oak tree next to the house!” shouts Ephraim. As the word “house” leaves his lips, there is a blinding flash and simultaneous thunderclap. Seconds later, an oak branch smashes through the window upstage. As the sound of the giant thunderclap decays, Ephraim suffers one final indignity: his lights go out, leaving the stage in darkness.
