With all the hot, humid weather lately, a storm was a certainty sooner or later. This afternoon it finally arrived. Unfortunately it didn't quite arrive here - I love a good storm. We were only about a mile from the edge of it. Just before the school bus was due at 3.30 the thunder started rumbling and the dark clouds moved in to hang over the mountain.
My son called in to ask would I pick up Georgia from the school bus if the skies opened and I was standing outside, listening to the thunder rolling around when the bus stopped at my gate. What a nice bus driver she has. Rather than drop her off at her gate, he'd stopped at mine so she wouldn't get wet. I wasn't the only one who thought we were in for a drenching. We talked about storms for a while and looked up the different colours of lightning on the net and when we next looked out, the sky was clear.
But not for long. Two hours later the dark clouds were back - in the opposite direction.
We walked out into the paddock closer to the trees where the clouds appeared to be touching their tops.
Don't worry, we were safe. The only two flashes of lightning we saw were miles and miles away. I try to pass on to Georgia the things I love. Just as when I see and hear a good storm I think of my grandmother and remember the happy times I spent storm watching with her, I hope one day she too will appreciate the power and beauty of nature and yes, that she will remember me.