It's deathly quiet, it's still and it's gloomy. It has been for the last 5 hours. There is an impending sense of forboding, maybe a forboding sense of impending. Either way there is an aura of expectation, of electricity, an atmospheric tension ready to be cracked by a clap of thunder, to be shatterered by a bolt of lightning.
I'm in my element, I'm relishing this. Relishing the prospect of an absolutely monstrous summer storm - as soon as it starts I'm going out there. I am going to stand there and get absolutely drenched. Why? Because being exposed to the magnificence of Mother Nature in all her glory is humbling, refreshing and inspiring.
