Thunderbolts and lightning!

I am a very, very happy thunderbug at the moment.

There is a thunderstorm raging directly overhead. I love thunderstorms. Absolutely love them. The way the sky lights up with pure white light, the vivid forks arcing across the sky, streaking towards the ground. And the rumbling roar of thunder. That throaty growl the sky makes towards the earth.

Aaaah... The feel of the air, how it crackles across your skin, and the smell... Nothing quite like it. I try to stand out, as long as I can, feeling the hot thundery breeze flow past, large wet drops of rain splashing onto me. Counting the time between flash and roar, watching the storm draw closer.

The storm is above me, as is the flight path to Heathrow. I find that adds a certain frisson of danger to the proceedings...