Storm

Acrylic on canvas. 40" x 16"

I always did love a storm. Some have been quite memorable, like the one in the 1960s when I was at my friend's house watching Dr Who as pink lightning flashed across the valley behind her house. Or the time we lost our electricity and telephone when the house was struck in the 1980s and my youngest sister was out in the garden at the time, totally freaked out.

And then there are those storms that are just wind and rain when you get wet in a few minutes if you are unlucky enough to be out in it. A deluge to be endured for a little while, but soon after sunshine and bird song.