The thunder confirmed it, and the view of Valletta across the harbour looked weirdly illuminated by the bleak sky behind it.
As strikes of lightening scratched and scraped against the clouds, people began to run for cover.
A Good Storm
I’d also noticed a hollow sound in the air, like a horn being blown slowly and steadily, there was no way of locating the sound, it seemed to float all around, all day long, mingling with the sound of nearby church bells.
The Stormy Night Before
The previous night was also quite a ‘breezy’ one.
Small groups of birds, and then a flock of birds, a murmuration, swarmed over the harbour against the night sky.
At first I though they were drones, grey things moving in the air after dark – not something you expect to see.
It rained that night and whilst in bed the wind made some eerie sounds, a bit like the echo of distant howls and screams from people on a rollercoaster ride.
The Great Flood
The great flood has returned and I kick myself for not bringing my wellies like I’d declared I would before the trip.
In case you didn’t know, Malta is no stranger to floods following rainy weather.
Let’s see 🤔 we had puddles that looked like huge paddling pools and the roads looked like a major water main had burst.
…and there we have it, yet more fond memories of Malta.