For the past few nights, I’ve found it very difficult to sleep because of the heat.
At around 4am this morning, having just nodded of after being kept awake by what sounded like a fox terrorising the occupants of a nearby bird’s nest, I was awoken by an entirely different sound. I lay in bed listening to the storm outside, and found myself counting the time between each clap of thunder and flash of lightning.
And just as it always does when I find myself in a storm, this song came to mind:
Finally, the “I like it warm, but not this warm” conversations will end, doubtless to be replaced by conversations about how “that should clear the air” and how “that was just what the gardens needed”.
And tonight, hopefully, I will sleep.