Yesterday's weather was quite strange, even by the standards we are accustomed to, never quite knowing what the 'next day' will bring. Our weather can go from warm and breezy to miserably wet and cold without notice; we simply find ourselves in an entirely different weather system puzzlingly, swiftly.

It had warmed to 20-degrees Celsius yesterday, with blustery winds, and in the morning occasional glimpses of blue sky and sun. But the forecast was for thunderstorms and thunderstorms are certainly what developed.

When we set out with our two little dogs, we in rainjackets and they as well in their little raincoats, the sky was threatening, with dark thunderclouds approaching from the western regions of that vast firmament. We set out nonetheless and weren't long in the ravine ambling along the trails when the first raindrops appeared. The forest canopy is not yet completely depleted, although the all-night rains of the last several days have done their best in loosing leaves from their hosts. We walked through trails packed with leaves; some of them still brilliantly coloured looking like confetti, others dry, brown and crisp under our boots.

There was an odd aura of light, despite the dark sky and the rain. In fact, the landscape looked quite beautiful and we were quite comfortable within in. Thunder kept rolling and rumbling as we proceeded. Despite which the rain occasionally stopped, before starting up again, but laconically, as though it wasn't at all that serious about whether it was committed to drowning the landscape. We did cut our amble short, not proceeding to the full extent of our usual daily walk.

And, as luck had it, managed finally to exit the ravine, return home and had entered the protective confines of our garage just as the sky finally decided to fully give vent to its determined downpour.