It is 1600 in the afternoon and I was about to step foot out the door, headed downtown to pick up a book. While I was at it, the plan was to off-load another backpack of books at the free bookshelf. It is a nice, pleasant walk in spite of the summer heat wave.
Suddenly it seemed much, much darker and a whirl of leaves blew in the door. I had to run and close a few windows which started smashing in their frames at the sudden blast of wind. I realized that the temperature must be down at least five degrees in the last fifteen minutes and the sky has turned a sickly green color. If I was in the US, I would be looking for tornados, but we simply don’t have them here.
I went and rescued the newspapers which had blown all over the terrace to the sound of rapidly approaching thunder. I am now looking out the terrace door with thunder cracking as the lightening finishes with peal upon peal deafening in its intensity.
The rain is sheeting across the terrace and pouring off every horizontal surface.
It is icy and I shiver just watching it and imagining if I had finished and left even ten minutes earlier.
I am warm, with my computer, knitting and cup of cocoa. My iPhone weather apps are all reporting 29*C with 70% chance of thundershowers. I think someone needs to insert some manual sense. It is raining those winds are certainly blowing harder than 4km an hour.
Ah, as I watch, TWC (the weather channel) drops the temp to 20* but the rest of them are still letting me it is 30*C. Go figure, I don’t get it.
At 1700, the storm is over and I head out to run my errands. The pavement is already starting to dry and the sun is shining. Ok, so maybe I still have to wash the car?