Stormy skies o’erhead

the rain it raineth down the roof

We’ve just been hit by the storms that have been battering the UK today. It seems like a long time since I’ve seen a really big bundle of thunder and lightning and this particular maelstrom had it by the angry, echoey, bucket-load. The sultry atmosphere and thick grey clouds that hung overhead all afternoon were warning enough of the approaching storm; no-one needed some smiley weather forecaster to tell them. Up the road a neighbor battled to cover his newly varnished piping with a tarpaulin before the rain fell. And fall it did, flooding the drainpipes and filling up the patio, hammering down through the old roof tiles and seeping in cracks in the windows. Of course this storm would pale in comparison to those witnessed in many other parts of the world, but right here, it’s mightily impressive.

I love stormy weather, provided I’m safely tucked inside a waterproof shelter of some kind, there’s something so terrifying primeval about it. When I was a kid (and I’m sure this is just a trick of my nostalgic memory), we seemed to get such storms at least once a month. They were bigger two, with more blinding flashes that lit the sky like a monstrous strobe and crashes of thunder that shook the ground beneath my feet like an earthquake. One thing definitely hasn’t changed though and that’s the power cuts. Being in a pretty rural location such severing of amenities were to be expected, lasting for hours, sometimes days. I remember we always had a stock of candles in a handy cupboard (candles not battery powered torches for some reason).

However the lack of electricity this time around (because, true to form, the storm has knocked out the shaky local connection) feels much sharper and more meaningful. Without it I’m disconnected, my mobile, something I never had as a child, and my laptop, will run out of battery, the butter in the fridge will melt and I can forget about watching tv or surfing the internet. The water heater is gas powered, but the electrical gizmo telling it when to switch on, is not. It’s suddenly apparent that life would be utterly paralyzed without electricity to power my modern, 21st century life.

The thunder is still echoing around in the distance and I can smell the wet, earthy scent of rain on dry ground. A rainbow, shimmering stripes of colour has appeared over the river. It’s time to turn the computer off and go and watch the skies.

aww a rainbow


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