Day 309, Storm Bringer

At around the time when there would have been a second post, the storm arrived.

No one to carry it but the shimmering wings of an overheated wind.

At first tentative, a few dark clouds would obscure the sun.

The heat still baking.

Then the sun back dazzling, burning.

Then the rain, coming down as heavy as that of a backlot 1950s B-movie sob scene with clichéd, over-emphasised, pathetic fallacy as the would-be starlet blows the audition a third of the way in.

But the heat.

On it comes, sticky, cloying, energy sapping.

Even still in the downpour.

"I'll pour a pint of tap water over my head, and then drink the next."

Then a cup of tea.

And the thunder plays on.

Storm Bringer rides the rainbow, cutting a swathe through the elements, rattling your tiles, and generally taking the piss out of our thoughts of summer.

Batten down the hatches, for now, and forever.

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