After days of tropical heat, a thunderstorm arrived in the middle of the night. A strong and impressive one. We got up to look at it for awhile - there was so much lightning it looked like a strobe light, the noise was loud and the house got pelted by branches and leaves broken off violently shaking trees. Which we found in the garden the next morning, plus a few small bits that got inside before we got the windows closed.
I think it looked worse than it was - it took me an hour to get debris off the roof while the missus made good progress in the garden. And it could have been worse - the electricity company was fixing power lines on the other side of the block when I went out for croissants, and there was a man on the chaussée piling up torn-off branches as thick as my arm. Not to mention the devastation shown on the evening news...
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