I have battened down the hatches.
We're under tornado watch.
I have moved the fig down to the braai again, as well as pots with missile-potential.
This is not June weather. It is very hot, sultry, humid. Right now it's 33'C/92'F. Last June was the wettest on record, this one may prove one of the hottest and driest. On Friday, while I was dead-heading roses at the BBG, Sarah told me that they were going to do a rain dance this weekend. Drought threatens.
I guess I feel about rain dances the way I feel about all things of a religious bent, whether it's Buddhist chanting, the Rosary, a Revival meeting: Sceptical. Then again, I believe that prayer is simply focused energy, a powerful force, and, like that, the rest can make sense.
Judging by the clouds gathering I reckon that the rain dance is being danced and that is working.