I hear thunder, I hear thunder – hark don’t you?

It might not seem possible, given the lovely weather we’ve been treated to today – but this time last week there was torrential rain, hail, and a whole host of big dark thunderclouds gathering in the sky.

Driving to pick up the Wee Man, I was treated to a whole host of crashing, banging and flashing lights as the thunderstorm that seemed to be following me down the M11 did it’s work. Luckily, I am one of those people who quite likes thunderstorms – but I wasn’t sure what the Wee Man was going to make of all the noisy goings on.

So it was with relief that some minutes later, I was pleased to be greeted by a smiling Wee Man, who informed me excitedly that ‘Mummy, the white clouds are broken’.

Pleased, and also a little confused. How is it possible to be a broken cloud?

Questioning him further, I realised the reason behind this logic. Apparently, the black clouds go ‘BANG!’ but the white clouds just float around noiselessly, minding their own business (that’s not quite how he put it, but you get the idea). Hence, the white clouds are broken. Only in the mind of a toddler…

And if that is the case, then I’m quite glad they are. Much as I like thunderstorms, I don’t like them every day. Here’s hoping no-one comes up with a cloud quick-fix any time soon!