The storm cometh…
When I saw these bad boys looming, I though it prudent to bring in the washing and batten down the hatches. Okay, there’s no actual hatches to batten…it’s just some pavers, a few canna lillies, some artificial turf and a handful of potted plants…but metaphorically speaking, stuff needed securing. So, naturally I ignored the battening and got my camera and tripod out.
I fired off a handful of shots as the clouds gathered and swirled, before pancake-sized raindrops prompted me to pack up and retreat inside. (Yes, yes....alright…they weren't really pancake sized…unless the pancake was about the size of a 50c piece. That’s still pretty big you know. You’d get quite wet if you were hit by lots of them. Raindrops, not 50c pieces.)