Storms

I know the storms were here, I heard them buffeting my conservatory yesterday. I heard the rain smashing down and saw it hitting the windows sideways. This morning the skies were clear though. It was glorious on the other side of the glass, the sun bright and the blue as wonderfully contrasted to the cotton clouds as possible.
I went out for a short walk this afternoon and the wind is all that remains of yesterdays storms. It blew sideways across my path, meaning that neither my journey out nor that of my return was spent removing my hair from my face and mouth as the wind kept it conveniently swept back.
There are different kinds of wind, whilst it blows strongly through the trees still, it's exhilarating and invigorating. A pleasure to be in. It's not so strong as to whip the air from your lungs before you've had chance to breathe it, but enough to run its fingers through your hair, over your skin to let you know you're alive. Also enough to guarantee your umbrella turning inside out if it gets a good hold.