Nawałnica

It started with an almighty wooshing of wind, like the sound of a huge jet plane passing. But the sound did not pass; it intensified. Then the heavens opened and from them poured biblical volumes of rain. I opened a window and held out my hand, it was coming down like an intense spray. The air was full of water droplets. This is a nawałnica, a torrential squall. Within minutes the drive in front of the house was under water; spray bouncing up from the ground. The gutters and downpipes were choking, regurgitating rainwater. An airliner was battling to get into Okęcie, its tail swung out to the left by the fierce easterly wind. A darker cloud moved in, bringing with it steadier, less intensive rainfall. And so it passed.

This time last year:
On the road to... Derbyshire
London - constant, yet constantly changing
Ealing, home from home