It was 5:30 in the morning, and as I stood by the kitchen bench and prepared my first cup of coffee for the day, I looked out of the window to see dark clouds on the eastern horizon, lit by the faint dawn light, and with regular bolts of lightning splitting the air and sending faint rumbling sounds over the landscape.
The storm was heading our way, and I was pretty sure it was going to be a bad one. As I hurriedly finished my coffee and headed out the back door, I knew that I would need to hurry to have my morning chores done before it hit us.
