Day Thirteen

1. Huge black crows clunk their toenails on the corrugated iron roof of my flat, and the one opposite. Their black feathers have an amazing opalescent deep blue sheen in the afternoon sun.

2. A thunderstorm compiles at sunset. The sky is a three dimensional gradient from cool blue sky in the east to dirty brown and warm orange textured storm clouds in the west. The colours of the building glow with a never before seen orange-yellow luminosity. The sheeny glazing of a new modern block of flats reflects mirror walls of Bright blue grey. Then the rain. A strange, unfamiliar thing. It's as if I've not seen rain like this for years. Big fat heavy and thick. The umbrella only keeps my head and shoulders dry and I need galoshes to wade across the rivers gushing in every gutter and kerb. My front path and steps have become a cascading water-feature. As if a landscaper had planned it that way.