Andy in Sig
Vice President in Exile
- Location
- Sigmaringen, Germany
We had a right old thunder storm yesterday. Here is my account written in the middle of it which I emailed to a friend (BTW I'm not claiming for a fraction of a second that this is a good piece of prose):
The thunderstorm which has been threatening all afternoon has just struck. First there was a great, brooding, dark stillness with a few elegant circles formed by big raindrops hitting the river. Two teenage girls pedalled furiously to get home before it struck and two holidaymakers pedalled off into the direction of it. A woman in the house next door whom I’ve never seen before was putting her cushions away and I nodded to her but she blanked me completely.
Then the wind came in and what a wind. Some birds - jays and pigeons - took the air to ride it: perhaps the safest place for them? There were even white topped waves on the river, something I’ve never imagined, let alone seen. One of the woman’s cushions was blown off her balcony to the ground below and to little sympathy from me.
All this was followed by a couple of short power cuts and the sound of police sirens, no doubt attending the obligatory traffic accidents. And now it is like a November day as the rain lashes and the skies are gloomy. It’s quite a spectacle if you are indoors like me. It must be quite a trial if you are a pedestrian or an ill mannered woman chasing her cushions.
The whole thing lasted about half an hour from start to finish and Saturday has begun with steady but gentle summer rain. So that's sanding and painting the window frames put off for another weekend then.
The thunderstorm which has been threatening all afternoon has just struck. First there was a great, brooding, dark stillness with a few elegant circles formed by big raindrops hitting the river. Two teenage girls pedalled furiously to get home before it struck and two holidaymakers pedalled off into the direction of it. A woman in the house next door whom I’ve never seen before was putting her cushions away and I nodded to her but she blanked me completely.
Then the wind came in and what a wind. Some birds - jays and pigeons - took the air to ride it: perhaps the safest place for them? There were even white topped waves on the river, something I’ve never imagined, let alone seen. One of the woman’s cushions was blown off her balcony to the ground below and to little sympathy from me.
All this was followed by a couple of short power cuts and the sound of police sirens, no doubt attending the obligatory traffic accidents. And now it is like a November day as the rain lashes and the skies are gloomy. It’s quite a spectacle if you are indoors like me. It must be quite a trial if you are a pedestrian or an ill mannered woman chasing her cushions.
The whole thing lasted about half an hour from start to finish and Saturday has begun with steady but gentle summer rain. So that's sanding and painting the window frames put off for another weekend then.
