Storms

I love storms. They're full of wildness and wonder. The anticipation of waiting for a storm to come is incredible. The way the birds become silent. The clouds hang low and threaten. The world seems to wait, breath held, for the unleashed fury.

When I lived in Condobolin this was the view from my backyard of a storm front coming across. More often than not, these storms looked so good, promising heaps of rain... but delivered little. From the grass growing in the neighbour's paddock, we'd had some recent rain, so maybe this storm cloud brought precious rain with it. It certainly looks promising!