Storm

It's a morning storm, most welcome, and in from the west. The electricity has tripped and I've unplugged the ADSL. Marvelously terrifying thunder and lightning, just to put everything, and me, into perspective.
Water chortling trough the tin gutters; I could wake to, or sleep with this sound anytime.
I, on the other hand, have felt so barren and dry these last few days.
Just a week and a bit ago I was traveling through my soul's rest, the Karoo, on my way to Mossel Bay, then Cape Town.
It was between Graaf Reinet and Aberdeen that I stopped to breathe in the dry, hot air and imbibe silence. Also to take these photos.
Now to make some good coffee, to switch off my phone, and to meet my maker in morning pages.