F came home in the middle of crashing thunder saying something about God driving his bullock dray.  We had thunder and lightening out of a cloudless sky (if you didn't turn around and look behind!)

When the rain started you couldn't hear the thunder for the rain - rain so heavy it flattened the sea before it made it disappear from view entirely.  The streets quickly became rivers and waterfalls, but fortunately the heaviest of rain only lasted a few minutes before subsiding to simply 'heavy rain'.

When it did, the surface of the sea was suddenly patterned all over again as if pushed in lots of directions at once by wind coming up from all corners, and possibly even straight down in places.

Perhaps not clear in a phone photo that it has gone very strange out there

And the reference to the bullock dray?  It came from this:Poetry Library

Frying Pan's Theology

by Andrew Barton Paterson

Apparently F learned it as a child because it appealed to her. (Along with several other 'Banjo' Paterson poems she occasionally gives me a verse of.)