Weather came from the south in the afternoon. It was more than clouds; it was a purple blue wall. As it moved north, the wind started. Craig and I put garden tools and lawn furniture inside just as the lightning began to scratch through the darkness. Thunder cracked and the rain began. The street filled with water and we stayed inside perched on stools at the windows. Would the school children have been allowed to do the same? Or did lessons continue regardless of dramatic weather? Does this weather continue to fascinate no matter how long you have lived in this country?