The storm

The last of the rain clouds drift away and we are left with sunny skies with the odd fluffy white cumulus. Later in the day the air is still, hot and sticky, sickeningly so. Then from the west, unannounced a grey wall approaches, full of menace, as is Hell has come upon Earth.

The heavens break and the humid air condenses around us as huge droplets strike the roof. The storm has come.