Here I am, all dressed up in my cool, flowery, summery gear and open sandals. For the last twenty minutes the sky has been threatening and in the distance there have been ominous rumbles. The ambient air has become heavy, expectant and unpleasant.
Meantime, the wee birds are happily flapping wings and feeding on the seed feeder and peanut tube I filled up this morning. Although I would expect them to be,the birds are not bothered by the disturbing electricity in the air. They carry on nibbling at the food.
My washing is not quite dry, I shall leave it out a little longer. If wingéd wild life is relaxed about pecking away at the food, then my laundry is okay for a little longer.
FIVE MINUTES LATER:
A sheet of lightening has flashed across the sky, heavy rain has started; there is an unhealthy yellow tone in the overcast skies. Thunder is closer, it sounds warlike. It is rattling fiercely, but is not yet overhead. The thunder is without a doubt, rolling towards us. It won’t be long. When it comes, the storm is going to be an absolute cracker.