The way of the scarab
Is mysterious, and not just to the Arab.
This beetle does things with poop
That we rarely do:
He rolls it into balls,
He eats it till it palls,
He waits until it falls,
And then he springs into action.

Do you suppose he gazes upward in anticipation
To see an anus far above?
Do you think he waits in hope,
Watching for the telltale droop,
The slow expansion outward, as the cow
(or horse, or camel, or whatnot)
Gets set for the next necessary extrusion
Of poop? Perhaps. Let's watch:

Aha! The anal opening begins to gape,
The scarab rises in anticipation,
And out comes poop! Kerplop, a pause, kerplop.
If scarab has well estimated,
The thudding drop will land, not on him,
But close enough for all his operations.

Bravo to the lowly scarab! To the work
And to his meal he goes, to be ignored
By the donor of the pile of poop before him.

The picture I got reading this question is that I'm outside in the woods someplace having to poop during a thunderstorm. I'm squatting there, in the rain, getting wet (dangerous, yes?), and the preliminary fart comes roaring out. Just then, ZOT! Here comes the lightning, doubtless attracted by me and my incipient turd-drop. I'm wet, and my feet are touching the ground. If I live to tell about it, I recount how the rainwater on my body attracted the lightning and gave me a momentary glow from head to toe. There was a sensation of blinding heat, and the electric shock basically moved my bowels for me, shooting my poop in a glowing stack to the ground, thus effectively grounding the shock and saving my life.

All that being said, I can't imagine being outside and crapping in a thunderstorm.