Up just before dawn was breaking and then standing outside the backdoor yielded a sequence of progressively more troubled skies over our favourite electric transformer box.
Skies like this always remind us of English watercolours and maritime paintings with their drama, expression and portent of things to come. Well, what wasn't coming was the tea! The kettle was taking an age to boil because somebody had put far too much water in it, and perhaps that was a sign too, warning us about the rain that came down later in the morning.
At last, now it's whistling just like the wind in the wires and orchards.
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