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Hail Thor!
It was a hot, muggy day today, the sort of day where you want to get outside and cool down, then realise you are outside. All day it felt like we needed a thunderstorm.
We went to the moot (we are sort of getting used to the new Blackfriars, though it still feels a bit soulless) and it was still like that; but then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greggusxmachina went off to meet Steph and hurried back for his jacket saying, “Thunder. Lightning. Rain.” A while later, I got a text message from janimoon talking about the magnificent storm. I thought we had missed it.
No. We came out of the moot at ten to eleven, and rain was cascading down off the buildings, bouncing from the pavement. Then the sky lit up, blue-white from horizon to horizon, very quickly followed by deep, rumbling thunder. We headed for the bus, and waited for ten minutes or so at the stop, watching the storm, the occasional finely etched fork just visible against the brilliant light reflecting back from the cloud layer. It was magnificent. The rain stopped briefly when we got home; when we descended from the bus the pavements were steaming. The rain has re-started, although the lighting seems to have stopped. It’s still warm, but not so muggy.
Hail Thor!
We went to the moot (we are sort of getting used to the new Blackfriars, though it still feels a bit soulless) and it was still like that; but then
greggusxmachina went off to meet Steph and hurried back for his jacket saying, “Thunder. Lightning. Rain.” A while later, I got a text message from janimoon talking about the magnificent storm. I thought we had missed it.No. We came out of the moot at ten to eleven, and rain was cascading down off the buildings, bouncing from the pavement. Then the sky lit up, blue-white from horizon to horizon, very quickly followed by deep, rumbling thunder. We headed for the bus, and waited for ten minutes or so at the stop, watching the storm, the occasional finely etched fork just visible against the brilliant light reflecting back from the cloud layer. It was magnificent. The rain stopped briefly when we got home; when we descended from the bus the pavements were steaming. The rain has re-started, although the lighting seems to have stopped. It’s still warm, but not so muggy.
Hail Thor!
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Sorry I didn't make it to the moot. Blackfriars still really wierds me out, plus I am going out on the piss with Angela and some workie mates tonight.
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