Day 167: Inside Out

A day of serious weather.  Heavy, heavy rain.  Hail the size of peas.  And a storm against a bruised sky. 

Proper apocalyptic end-of-days thunder cracks.  The sort of forked lightning that could split boulders.  Birds are freaking out, startled by the electricity and the noise, directionless and flapping.  Nowhere to run to.   

I sit at home, looking out of the window like a cat.  With no intention of going outside, but very happy to watch the show.  Birds and all.