Thunder and Lightning

Once the summer gets hot, thunderstorms start brewing. When I was small, my grandma used to tell us, God was angry (with us) and thundering. She hated thunderstorms and usually sat by the window, watching where the lighting went, with a small case with all important papers beside her. I felt save, knowing she was watching for all of us. I still remember the smell of heavy summer rain on the flowers outside in our nursery.

Today it was grumbling in the sky all afternoon and although we saw one or two lightnings, the storm stayed in the distance. We got some welcome summer rain to give nature a rest - and I put my second load of washing on my line in the basement.

Now it's perfect outside for some harp playing. :)