I don't usually worry too much about lightning, although that necessarily isn't smart at all. I'll move out of the worst danger zones when I see it coming, but that's about it. Like others have said, avoid those open, high areas, or indeed avoid any situation where you stick out as a high point on the surface. Don't go near other lightning magnets, like the tallest tree in the woods or the sole tree in the open field.
But why don't I worry too much? Because, if lightning wants to get you, it in fact will, no matter where the hell you are.
Once, I had this rather fun experience with a lightning ball. I was out walking, sheltered from the rain (and the lightning, or so I thought) by a large cliff of rock, slightly overhanging over my head. There was dense woods everywhere, so I figured the chances would have to be pretty bad for me to get zapped by mr. Thor. How wrong I was. As I look ahead to scout the easiest path near that cliff, I see a brilliant white flash. CRACK, ZZZZTT, KABOOM! What the hell was that? As my vision returned, I saw a tree perhaps 300 feet ahead, completely charred and split into two, burning and smoking still. But that wasn't the scary part. As I look at that huge tree split clean into two from the top to the roots, I see this bright glowing, white bluish ball of what looked a lot like flame, at the most two feet, likely much less, in diameter, float up from the ground (yes, the ground), and then hover near the tree for maybe five seconds. That was one of the most powerful "now what the hell is
this?" moments in my entire life. This little ball of flame guy rises up a couple of feet, and then starts moving. Right towards me, slowly accelerating, until it's coming at me real damn fast. I turn tail and run like hell back the way I came from. And that bloody ball of light keeps on coming. As it approaches, I can hear it crackling like someone was jumping on some really dry sticks of wood. At that point, I've had enough of it, and jump behind this really large tree for cover. As I do that, I can hear that bastard approaching, and then a loud zap as it apparantely hits something. Then, nothing. I wait for a moment (and I've got to use this chance to use this wonderful saying

), wondering if it's safe yet. No shit, there I was, hiding from a ball of lightning behind a tree. When I finally had the balls to come out, I noticed the tree I hid behind had a large ball-shaped burn mark on it at the side where the ball lightning came from, and apparently hit the tree. Damn, was I glad it wasn't me. To this day, I don't know if what I saw was really what it looked like - which is a lightning ball following my ass a great distance, until it decided to slam right into the tree I was hiding behind - or if I was just really damn drunk without knowing it.
