I’m sitting on a cliff, watching the heavy clouds come rolling in. I’ve been walking on the bedrock outcrops today and discussed fieldwork methodology with my cousin Ellen. Been swimming twice.
But all the while, we’ve been waiting. The heat has been pressing, choking, strangling. Everything is yellow here. The water in the well is turbid because the surface of the groundwater table is reaching the well’s bottom. The meteorologists have said it would rain today, but the purple clouds have stayed as dramatic trimming on the horizon over the mainland. The sunshine has been paralyzing.
But now, they’re rolling in. Like a blanket, blocking out the sun, making dusk come several hours early.
Thunder has been rumbling for an hour.
I feel the first drops fall on my head.
Now it’s pouring.
Katja Malmborg 