Last night we had a thunderstorm which lasted no more than half and hour to one hour at most.
Pamela was keen to move the cushions from the new furniture on the porch and so opened the door at the precise moment that a bolt of lighting came to ground nearby. The huge clap of thunder that accompanied it took us by surprise (my English readers will know the correct expression to describe this). Pamela quickly closed the door and left the cushions where they were.
I just hope the downpour of rain was clean stuff otherwise everywhere will have a layer of brown dust this morning.