After 61 days, Perth finally received rain. And thunder. And lightning.
Sadly, my experiments in photographing lightning were a dark failure (as in there was nothing recorded on the memory card by the darkness of the pre-dawn), but I caught the clouds that had been building and building and building in the morning and the afternoon:
Great, blindingly white thunderheads:
and no amount of praying made them halt their slide southwards:
We sweltered through a day that reached 40, and the night was awful – it didn’t go below mid twenties, exacerbated by very high humidity.
At 5.00 in the morning I was woken by a tremendous clap of thunder. And it rained. I went out, with camera, though nothing resulted, but I enjoyed the rain. I opened all the doors and windows and went back to bed. I apparently slept through the next storm, but when I got up and let out her Fat little Self as well, the world was delightfully wet and cool smelling.
And there was proof of rain on a tiny, tiny rose:
then there was another storm and poor Fattee Cattee was nowhere to be seen. It poured briefly. I got deliciously wet and cold, and laughed in the face of lightning and thunder. Later, the garden all refreshed, there were flowers and raindrops. The little rose again, be-gemmed:
Petunias:
raindrops on a magnolia leaf and a blade of lemon grass:
On branches and a leaf of jasmine:
and this one – a rain drop hanging from a withered shoot of a spider plant:
Then the sun came out, the temperature soared and it was dreadfully hot. All the water evaporated, the raindrops vanished and the little rose curled and withered.
But someone else reappeared and curled on the cool bricks in the courtyard, full of purrs:
Later, on my way to work in the mid afternoon, I saw the last of the clouds sliding away to the south as I waited in the traffic on the freeway:
And now, there are only chances of thunderstorms and it remains very hot and humid.
I long for rain, for storms, for Autumn
mtlawleyshire 
Those are some dramatic cloud shapes! Love the water droplets too, but fatty catty is my favourite 🙂
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she’s mine too 😀
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there are more clouds coming from a massive storm on Monday. I can’t take lightning shots, but the storm front and storm cells – all there 🙂 No Fattee Cattee. She was firmly ensconced in one of her housebound alternate dimensions.
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Black cats and lightning. Mine screamed. Hard to photograph under the bed but fun to watch. What a whimsical blogger you are.
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Mine doesn’t scream – when really sared she growls low and shivers, but mostly vanishes into one alternate dimension or another. And ‘whimsical’? Really? 🙂
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Emo talks in a low and gutteral fashion. Thinks he’s the man (despite the operation) and really can’t handle the way lightning uses extreme sound and vision to taunt him. At such times a strangulated and kitteny yip is all he can manage. And even that is muffled by the bedframe. He doesn’t find whimsy in the situation … keep up the weather reports.
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Emo – a name bound to induce such behaviour! Mine’s terrified of rain let alone sturm & drang. The Great Hail storm of 2010? She was frozen. Couldn’t move. Poor little fat girl. There won’t be many weather reports unless we get more storm and rain and cloud – or at least cloud, ’cause if I;m not working, I can then do sunsets. No whimsy in sunsets, you can assure Emo
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I spend a lot of time watching clouds over Wenlock Edge in Shropshire, but nothing as dramatic as this. Like well-whipped meringue. And so good in b & w.
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thanks – I do love clouds 🙂 And I’ve heard of Wenlock Edge in Shropshire. Maybe it’s near where my grandfather was born – or my cousins live. Or maybe I read it in a book. Glad you liked them 🙂
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Glad to hear there is another idiot that stands there camera in hand clicking away at nothing but dark skies… always missing the elusive lightening…
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LAUGHING!!!!! I have no idea how to go about it.
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