Storm running

Laragne,France.
We were all near cloud base when there was a loud crack. Then Nigel came over the radio to say a lightning bolt had just passed his wingtip. We all dispersed asap and me and Nige spent the next half an hour bobbing about in the sunshine a few miles south deciding where to land. Dave, meanwhile, had chosen to land in the ensuing rainstorm. That sounded a bit too hairy to me.