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Highveld thunderstorms. Wow. Nothing like it anywhere else that I know of.

Wind whipping the branches of the mulberry tree outside my window. Sky gets dark very quickly. A flash of lightning. A roar of thunder. And then 15 minutes of pelting grape-sized hail stones.

Later. More thunder. This time off in the distance. I catch a flash or two of lightning out of the corner of my eye. Then, just as suddenly as the hail appeared earlier, the rain comes.

Driving, pounding rain. No slow gradual build-up. No drizzle first-rain later approach up here. Oh no. That pissy stuff comes after the main event, normally. Like a closing act to the main attraction.

One minute all is dandy. The next the roof is being hammered by so much water that the drains can’t seem to cope. Water cascades past the window in a near solid sheet as it rushes off the tiles and into the already water-logged garden below.

As lightning flares one last time, I notice the pathway strewn with ripe mulberries. Knocked off the branches by the hail, the wind, the rain, they dot the area all around the trunk of the tree.

And I know that the birds will feast in the morning sun tomorrow. Because you just know that the sky will be clear and the sun will blaze down tomorrow.

That’s just the way it is up here. That’s just the way we like it.

It’s times like these that I love this place. Storms like these. So powerful and all encompassing. Humbling almost. A stark reminder of just how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things.

And with that humility, a sense of gratitude that I and my family are dry, safe and together in our home. And a sense of sadness at the realisation that there are many out there right now who are not as fortunate.

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