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The glorious weather was never going to last forever, this is supposed to be the rainy season after all. I'd awoken yesterday morning to great dark lumpy clouds over the hills. It got darker and darker, the wind grew stronger and about 10am it began. Great bone-shaking bellows of thunder, lasting for seconds at a time, with rapid-fire lighting strikes up on the hills to the west.
The rain came barrelling down, I couldn't see the sea anymore and barely the house opposite. More raging thunder, more blasts of lightning. Four hours it lasted. Everything seemed to breathe quietly afterwards, shell-shocked. Another storm hit around midnight, I stood on the balcony to watch as the deluge of rain cascaded down and the thunder roared around me. I wished I had the nerve to get naked and run around in the street amongst it all, to get primal.
It all kicked off again at lunchtime today, the ominous black sky rolling in from the sea and stark purple-white jags of electric. Windows rattled as the thunder clattered again, I could feel it in my teeth. Mighty swirls of battering wind, the palm trees on the street here bending and straining like on the newsreels of typhoons. Rivers of water gushing in torrents down the street outside. I watched it from my balcony as it happened around me, transfixed at the raw power of it all.
The rain came barrelling down, I couldn't see the sea anymore and barely the house opposite. More raging thunder, more blasts of lightning. Four hours it lasted. Everything seemed to breathe quietly afterwards, shell-shocked. Another storm hit around midnight, I stood on the balcony to watch as the deluge of rain cascaded down and the thunder roared around me. I wished I had the nerve to get naked and run around in the street amongst it all, to get primal.
It all kicked off again at lunchtime today, the ominous black sky rolling in from the sea and stark purple-white jags of electric. Windows rattled as the thunder clattered again, I could feel it in my teeth. Mighty swirls of battering wind, the palm trees on the street here bending and straining like on the newsreels of typhoons. Rivers of water gushing in torrents down the street outside. I watched it from my balcony as it happened around me, transfixed at the raw power of it all.