We’ve been having a lot of lightening lately. Generally at night, in a shocking turn of events. Also, I am trying not to develop a grudge against rain, given that it has woken me up somewhere between three and four by drumming inexorably over my head, three nights running. (My head is right under the eaves.)
This seemed far more profound and interesting before I posted it.
And my title is a conversation from a dream. Yes, I shall drink my tea and go back to work now. Cheerio!