Forty years ago in a past life, I was first mate on a 70 ton junk based in Hong Kong.
Thunderstorms are frequent there. Once, while we were in harbour I went out to watch a thunderstorm that seemed particularly dramatic. I'd only been out a minute, looking up at the sky, when a lightning bolt hit the top of the mast I was looking at. The mast stayed up and I shot back below deck.
The next morning I climbed the mast to check the damage. There was just a steak of burned paint to confirm I hadn't imagined the whole thing.