I can feel a big burst of creativity welling up, like a wind-up toy with its springs stretched to capacity,ideas are elbowing each other to get my attention.
The air is filled with static, thunder creeping up, gathering pace, a little flicker of flash heralds the storm. Sparse, fat raindrops. More up there still to fall.
I have to run, I’ll be back with you after the downpour/out-pouring 🙂