Darkness came over the land like a shadow, creating a mysterious excitement and energy on Friday afternoon around 5pm. As I was driving home I noticed bolts of lightning flashing across the sky as the first proper rains of the season materialized over the land. Within 20 minutes the heavens opened up and the rain and hail beat down in sheets. The hail stones where beating against my car as my imagination went into spasms of sliding around the street or some hail stone cracking my shield. Neither happened, thankfully, as I had the boys in the car with me.
Later that evening came the winds. Howling, whistling...it was primal and wonderful!
Storms in Africa are magnificent as they carry an excited charge that in all my travels I have yet to feel in any other place. Much like the sunsets, storms of Africa are smelled, tasted and felt before seen or heard. One picks up on the energy early, and when its the first real storm of the season beating down on scorched dry land, one can only be left with a sense of realization as to how small we all are in the scheme of things.
Later that evening came the winds. Howling, whistling...it was primal and wonderful!
Storms in Africa are magnificent as they carry an excited charge that in all my travels I have yet to feel in any other place. Much like the sunsets, storms of Africa are smelled, tasted and felt before seen or heard. One picks up on the energy early, and when its the first real storm of the season beating down on scorched dry land, one can only be left with a sense of realization as to how small we all are in the scheme of things.
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wow heather! i cant wait to visit you there. sounds wonderful!!!
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