We almost had a thunderstorm a few minutes ago.

The sky went dark, the wind picked up, and faint rumbles were heard in the distance.

We sat under the porch, enjoying the high temperatures that persisted despite the dark clouds, and waited for the storm to arrive.

And waited.

And waited.

And…. nothing. Except for a few faint rumbles, a darkening sky, and birdsong.

So much birdsong. Blackbirds and finches and tits and sparrows and robins and thrushes and swifts and crows and rooks by the score.

And the wind stilled to a gentle breeze again.

And the dark grey sky turned paler, whiter.

And…. nothing.