Planet Mad

In the course of this afternoon, the hazy blue shifted to deep grey and ominous rumblings drifted in at the very edge of hearing. At 4.00pm, the end of afternoon lessons, the ground shook under cracking, snapping crashes of thunder. Within three minutes the rain was falling: fat, wet drops that soaked through clothes and caused gasps as water met skin. Now, everywhere smells of rain, kids run squealing down the lane and I look out of my window, for once glad of marking that keeps me indoors.