Londontown is like Joburg in the summer at the moment. Ok lies. It's kinda like Joburg for about FIFTEEN minutes everyday, and the rest of the time it is pretty Londonlike. Afternoon thunderstorms. A joy of almost every Transvaal evening. Cue FIVE in the afternoon and the skies turn black, the rain buckets down and the rolling sound of thunder fills the silence. It's magical.
As a child at my grandparents small holding or the farm for the summer holidays, this meant mud, this meant innocent nakedness, this meant hurriedly taking in the washing, or the picnic blanket, or the garden furniture cushions...it meant dancing in the rain and looking of the lightening. It meant waiting for the clouds to break and watching the sun peer through again and then bringing out all of the above and carrying on with life. Waiting for the sunset to dawn (or should that be dusk?!)...
A little like life is. When the storms come. They clear again. Always.
Dreams - Fleetwood Mac
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