It was the worst and the best. Last June we were at O'hana's eating when a thunderstorm roared through. It was bad. We were supposed to go to MK after dinner. We headed over anyway and got off the monorail.We looked at each other and couldn't decide what to do. Finally, DH said, "Let's do it." We donned our ponchos and off we went. As we were going in, thousands of people were running out of MK. So many people were so angry, screaming because they had to run through the storm. A lightning strike hit right on the lake. It was loud and scary. We decided to go into the park anyway. I'm so glad we did. It was practically empty. We walked around and rode POC by ourselves. We rode the TTA authority and watched the storm. The fireworks were supposed to sent up at 10:00. They kept making announcements that they were being postponed. The park was supposed to close at 11:00. Finally at about 11:10 they set off the fireworks. We stood on Main Street practically by ourselves to watch. It was amazing. We have no pictures because we didn't want to ruin our camera. It is still something we talk about all of the time.