Old submarine movies and the weather...

"Captain! Screws at seven thousand yards, bearing two-two-seven and closing!" The handsome young soundman stuck his head out of the sound shack to finish his report. "Sounds like a 'can', Skipper."

"Good work, Sound," said the intrepid sub commander, adjusting his cap. "Engine room! Secure the snorkel, go over to battery power. All hands, rig for silent running!"

For the n-th day in a row, it's rained around here, and rained hard. Complete with all the trimmings: the light show and the noise accompaniment, not to mention the wind and the actual water.

I hear the thunder as the storm approaches, then I'll see a flash, whereupon I get up, grab my laptop's battery and slide it home, in case the power goes out (about as certain as the water hitting the ground).

Indeed, since starting this post, the power has gone out (and come back on), and a few seconds ago there was a flashbang, indicating a strike probably somewhere within 100 yards (but, I am happy to say, no closer than 10 yards, else I'd have felt it, too).

I should probably stop translating, get up, have a soda or something. Yeah, that's the ticket.

My sub commander's cap is upstairs, anyway.

Cheers...