Storms are different creatures here in the South of France. All day yesterday it threatened, humidity rose and the air pressure became oppressive. Any actions performed resulted in leaving one bathed in a sauna of sweat. At times in the distance there was some lightening and a distant roll of thunder and then a spit of rain but no break. Then at about three a clock in the morning thunder broke above us. Amazing drum rolls of it as it made any thoughts of sleep impossible. Then the drummer hit the roof itself (we sleep in the attic) as rain thundered down for an hour. This morning it is not yet over, rain is still falling softly but one feels the worst is past. The garden is hugely grateful for the rain.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 05:54:31 +0000
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