It's raining, it's pouring...

And my cat has spent most of the weekend lying on top of me, or next to me.


Last Sunday it rained, and there was some thunder and lightening. What was odd, was that there was no prelude of stiffling, muggy heat. Yesterday evening, again some thunder and lightening. The day had been grey and wet, with generous outpourings from the sky. Again, not what I think of as presaging a thunder storm.


Those who have lived in the Tropics must laugh at our piddly little thunder storms. If there are two a year that is alot. And how terrific? Two or three claps of thunder and a flash or two of lightening.


I'm terrified of thunderstorms, not being used to the raw pyrotechnics of tropical or highveld storms. When I worked in Pietermaritzburg I would cower inside at a whisper of thunder. I lived on Ridge Rd. If I could see lightening striking the ridge across the valley as I walked home from work, that would have me pelting down the middle of the road for home. (I had to avoid the trees on the pavement.) Once I was caught in the bath when a storm moved overhead very quickly. Despite a very stiff and sore back I was out of the bath in less than a blink of an eye. I still don't know how I managed it.


It's odd to be sitting in a Library and hear water running. It must be the rain on the roof and in the gutters and pipes.


The Cape Peninsula has been called many names.Quite oddly it has been called, both the Cape of Good Hope, and the Cape of Storms. Yesterday as I drove home the back way throughTokai, the road was flooded. It just disappeared beneath huge puddles of muddy water, and at places turbid streams ran parallel to the road. I crawled along, because I was afraid "my bow wave" would kill my engine and I'd get stuck, and then I'd have to take a long, wet walk home. And I chose that route because I thought it would be safer than the freeway in a deluge!