You
can feel the presence of a gathering storm. It hangs heavy on the
air.
This photo was taken while hubby and I were out
walking in the countryside and it was so weird that to the left of us
were clear such bright blue skies and to the right were these deep
dark rolling gloomy storm clouds. It felt that it could go either
way.
The air became very still and the animals around
went to shelter. The deer in the far distance huddled closer
together. They looked agitated. No birds sang. We were out in
the open in the middle of a huge field. For us too we knew, some deep
instinct within that we needed to find shelter and soon. We headed
off to find it.
A few minutes later the wind picked up
wild and blustery and trying to tear our coats off. We clung onto our
hats! The air was heavy and damp as we walked quickly to find the
cosy warm cafe we had passed on the way here. There was an air of
anticipation, of something so much bigger than us.
Upon
reaching the cafe literally within seconds we looked out and saw the
splat of that heavy wet rain on the window pane. Heavy, lazy, big
drops of splattery rain, the sort that just goes right through you.
The wind howled around the little cafe and rattled the old window
panes, cold draughts finding their way though the cracks. The
waitress greeted us in typically understated fashion for these parts,
"bit breezy out ?" We sat in comfort drinking hot chocolate
watching the rain, glad and grateful to be dry, cosy and
warm.
Within an hour the clouds blew over, the wind
died down, the heavy biting rain turned to showers and the animals relaxed again.
Birds
started to sing. A short brief experience. No thunder or lightning
this time just a normal undramatic rainstorm, clearly nothing
on the scale suffered in some countries and areas and no devastation or flooding.
Yet
nature at work, ordinary yet extraordinary, remarkable yet
unremarkable.
