One not so starry purple night a boy was born. According to the legend, a hailstorm broke loose only moments before the boy emerged. With his first breath he screamed at the midwife demanding immediate comfort from his earthly mother. It is said that at that very moment the boy made lightning struck down a tree somewhere in Africa. That tree caught fire and burned down a whole forest leaving nothing but ashes. It has also been said, that at the footnote of that saying it states that the lightning might have been just a coincidence since that very night was in the middle of the rainy season.
Now, to make this story a bit more convincing, I, the ever-never teller of this story, would like to add that these events took place a few hours after midnight. Although, we all know in our hearts that it all happened at exactly midnight for that is what makes a great story.