Thunderstorms in Africa.

It is so beautiful, I just have to share it with you.

‎(The lost trails of the Transvaal - TV Bulpin) In summer, if the rains were good, it was green and beautiful in its very spaciousness. The air was brisk, the horizon clear and clean from one curve of the earth to the other; while overhead the sky was as blue as a magic ocean, with giant cloud ships manoeuvring around, finding positions, and then opening fire each afternoon with their big guns, hammering away with flashes and crashes, until one sprung a leak and showered the earth with the rain or the hail of a thunderstorm.

The sounds of summer in Southern Africa

On a hot summer's day

on the beautiful african bushveld

the cicada's background noise

make it feel hotter than it really is

and a grey-headed bush shrike plays 

hide and seek with you

A red chested cuckoo and the burchell coucal

sing of the rain to come

whilst in the rainstorm the frogs bursts out 

in their joyous grateful song

with the rumbling thunder as their beat

just as you light the braaifire

you catch a glimpse of an orange tail

as a paradise flycatcher flies past to his cupful of nest

Somewhere in the not too far away

in their gorgeous turquoise attire

a woodland kingfisher and his friend

is practicing for the Christmas Choir