In Johannesburg where I grew up, summer was a time of afternoon thunderstorms. Once the thunder and lightening had passed I used to love the clean air, the smell of dust on the road and the strange green hue to the light.
Now I live in Australia but storms still work their magic. Half an hour before these photographs were taken it was bucketing down with rain. Clouds had turned a clear afternoon into a dark and forbidding place. The wind was up; the cats were hiding in the cupboard. There was thunder about.
As a metaphor, what a difference an hour can make in a life. Storms give us an opportunity to renew.