The thunderstorms for the last two nights have been immense. We had to pull over the rain was so heavy, washing down the road like a river, but we couldn't even see the turn off.
So there we are, tearing down the motorway in an 1991 toyota van that can only do 80kmph wearing only shorts, blaring the 1812 Overture (and later the Sorcerors Apprentice), our path lit every few seconds by flashes, the air trembling from the constant roll of thunder, and the headlights barely tunnelling a few metres through the rain.
It was beautiful. I've never seen anything like it.
Eventually we found a rest area, crawled into the back of the van, and fell asleep before the storm had fully passed. It's strange how peaceful the rough noise of a storm can be.
