Early evening on Priory Business Park. The street lights have just come on, a few drops of rain have fallen and a thunderstorm is coming. There will be lightning. This is my Hopper-esque view. The air was strangely still, the way it is before a storm. No one was about. Suddenly, from an overcast afternoon, the scene changed dramatically as the lights came on. The birch tree is still; fallen leaves line the gutter. The red ash tree has turned to the colour of coagulated blood. The grass verges prostrate themselves anonymously and the sky glowers with electricity. If the four horsemen don't gallop in down the well-lit road to the right, they will fly in over the darkening trees. It's a hard rain that's gonna fall. |