Then you start to hear it 'talking'. Deep rumblings that roll towards you. Sounding something like bowling balls rolling down the lane. And suddenly, it starts to rain. Big fat drops clatter on our tin roof and steam rises from the streets and pavements.
They almost always come in the afternoons, so there is little lightning to speak of. But the thunder seems to like the stage. Almost in unison the rain gets harder and the thunder claps become so loud they really do sound like the gods setting off fireworks.
And then as suddenly as the show started, it stops. The sun comes out and brings with it the sweet smell of fresh air and warming grass.
The world seems the slow, the air is clear, and everything feels calmer and cleaner. Ahhh ... There really is nothing like it.
Note: So why the picture of a glass of wine? Well how else would you celebrate this change of mood?