Always take the weather with you?

brainstorm (Photo credit: Graela)

Yesterday afternoon, while I was at work, the sky suddenly went incredibly dark. The next minute, the heavens opened – I’m talking torrential downpour! Then the thunder and lighting started. Hail came next, followed by snow; proper big flakes that actually stuck. All the while it was still thundering. Then the storm stopped, as quickly as it had come. The sun briefly poked out from behind the clouds and all the snow melted.

Around eight hours later, I was in Karlsruhe at the pub quiz when it started thundering. Within seconds, it went from drizzling a little to full on torrential rain. This was followed by snow (I’m not sure about hail). By the time the quiz ended and we went home, the rain had stopped, it had warmed up considerably and most of the snow had been washed away (although there was still some on the cars).

Apparantly the weather followed me home from work yesterday. Do you think maybe labelling the image I put on my last Friday letters post “All the weather” was tempting fate?


In which I prove I’m British by talking about the weather… again

So last night I was sitting in my room writing a letter – yes, some of still do that! – when suddenly I heard a loud drumming sound above me. Yep, you’ve guessed it, it had started to rain and being on the top floor I could hear it landing on the roof. Rain seems a little weak a term for this stuff though – it was so loud that I actually went and looked out of the window to check that it really was just water falling from the sky and not… I don’t know… ice? Bits of rock? Small children? And then it started to thunder. I’m sure you can imagine I didn’t get much sleep last night. Stupid weather. It seems we only got the tail end of the storm though – in Baden-Baden they had winds of 100km an hour (please don’t ask me what that is in miles!) and hail stones, at least so the local news has been telling me all day. (The boss and his wife have gone on holiday so we had the radio on at work… with local news reports every hour and a preview of what they’re going to tell us on the hour half an hour before).

And then there was today.
There is a tram that leaves the stop next to where I work at 2 minutes past the hour. If I leave exactly on the hour I can just about make the tram. That’s how close the stop is. So today I left work, carefully locking the door behind me, and stepped out into the world. By the time I reached the stop I was soaked… and I mean really soaked, to the extent that water from my hair was dripping down my neck and my trousers were practically falling down because they’d become so much heavier than usual. And that within two minutes. I know I’ve said this before but… how can anyone claim we’re not messing up our planet? Weather patterns like this just aren’t normal people!