After the storm has passed

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.



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