The dawn comes up early in Thailand.
The hills take on their misty silhouette and a cooling breeze pushes it’s way through the mosquito screens.
Then suddenly, as though observing a conductors baton the birds twitter and sing in unison,hundreds of them.
Depending on your mood and at what time you found sleep the night before you might call this early morning chorus a God awful din, or the most beautiful sound in the world.
It lasts perhaps eight minutes,then as suddenly as it began it stops.Silence.
A new day has begun.
I had just made myself a nice mug of Twinings Earl Grey Tea, and was sitting on the balcony considering whether I would wander down to the village “pub” later.
It had been a bit cloudy during the day,but no real signs of a thunder storm, in fact with the off sea breeze I found the temperature comfortable for once and had just come back from a visit to the beach.
Then the clouds seem to get darker and as I looked south over the woods I noticed something that for me was quite new.
In the distance was a wide band of fog, like London in November, and it was rolling towards us.
I sat drinking my tea and watched. Had it been coming up over the sea I don’t think I would have been so calm. But it was an incredible sight. The fog, as I could now make out was a belt of rain coming quickly in our direction
Suddenly a clap of thunder and it was upon us.
It rains hard in Switzerland during a Summer storm, but this was somebody up there emptying a huge bucket. I sat, still drinking my tea, completely awed by this phenomenon of nature.
Within seconds everything was so under water that ducks would have felt happy, and then within five minutes it had all moved on,and the pinkish evening sun was shining through the clouds.
It was time for a second cup.
This is how the Crocus in my garden looked this morning.
They promised us snow at last but nobody believed them.