…on London. A thunderstorm. And a cat.

The favourable circumstance of coexisting with nature is not oft bestowed upon the denizens of a modern metropolis; especially this author’s best-loved manifestation of nature: STORMS; moreover, the United Kingdom is effectually bereft of the sudden, run-for-your-life thunderstorms that are recurrent in the States; and whose absence is felt by this same author!

Today; however, I was bequeathed the — in London! — singular and coveted occasion to knowing ultimately flawless joy in existing beneath the fiercest, most impassioned and potent thunderstorm yet this year.

And I enjoyed companionship; togetherness: our favourite neighbour cat: Jerry Coyne (named for an eminent Evolutionary Biologist revered by Geth and me: https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/), an amiable little girl who pitches onto her back and exposes her belly in an appeal for rubs.

Jerry and I sat in quiescence, the only two inhabitants of the planet for these twenty minutes in time — she, luxuriating in my lap and rolling about beside me in equal measure — whilst nature’s mightily, magnificent performance unravelled and heightened about us.

Until it started pi**ing down and Jerry bolted!