Nature stirs under her duvet.

When my lift came this morning to take me to work I didn't realise that I would be in for such a treat. I knew that the night had been stormy, prompting me to stop my Ipod that was playing 'Thunderstorms' and listen to the real thing, but I hadn't realised that nature had really had a restless night and had put many a ripple in her duvet.

The river at the bottom of the road was just awesomely scarily high and fast! It was replying to the rippled duvet by letting everybody know that it did not like to be disturbed. Irritated, angry, tetchy, and perhaps just a little bit excited at the power that had been awakened.

The roads themselves were complaining of being disturbed and let all know about it by allowing huge great puddles, some of them like small lakes, gather in the dips and hollows that normally stay hidden. They were waiting for us to see what we would do, if you listened closely enough to what was going on above the wind and rain outside, you could hear them laugh behind their hands, the ripples on their surface like their shoulders shaking with silent stolen laughter.

Natures duvet is big and when she stirs beneath it the ripples stretch a long long way.