Saturday night featured an ongoing series of thunderstorms, clapping their way into our consciousness making for some pretty interesting sleep patterns that night. Including the need, on an overheated, humid night of getting up to secure windows when the resulting rain began to gush in. But the sound of thunder and the eye-popping sight of lightning flashing close by, close enough to engulf the bedroom momentarily in brightly illuminated clarity, never feels anything but comforting to us. The drama playing out beyond our bedroom window is remarkable and a wonder of nature, while we feel secure and dry in our house, lulled back to sleep by the intermittent drone of the rain and the cymbals and drumrolls of the orchestra in the sky.

We found an utterly drenched atmosphere in the morning on Sunday unsurprisingly, and the sky continuing to be roiled by thunderclaps and downpours. In the early afternoon yet another drenching sky-opener had concluded and the sun kept peeking through random breaks in the clouds where blue teasingly revealed the sun sailing placidly above.

Good time to make a break of the day and have a run at the woods; not at a run exactly, but a brisk walk, just to get out, even if the air was anything but fresh given the humid heat that prevailed. Stuffing little raincoats for Jack and Jill in one of my pockets, and pocket-sized umbrellas in my husband's back jeans pocket, off we set. Sun did indeed filter through the sopping canopy from time to time. And the wind freshened enough to send accumulated fat droplets of rain off the foliage onto our heads.

And then the drama above re-commenced, with thunder ominously announcing to us that it hadn't abandoned the skies and the day one whit; the thunderclouds were moving in yet again and we were their target. Happily enough, one of the waves slide past our immediate vicinity to hit instead in a community nearby but other waves swung relentlessly into view, and we picked up our hiking steps accordingly, even short-cutting a bit off our usual circuit.

By the time we exited the ravine and made our way down the street to our house, we could relax. Although rain was imminent and the day had darkened conspicuously, there was now little chance we would get uncomfortably caught out. Once again, we reached the driveway of our house after slowing our peace and walked with confidence we had eluded a drenching. Nice bit of luck, that.