Have I mentioned that I’m terrified of thunder? I am absolutely whimperingly petrified of thunder – not of lightning, which could do me real harm, but of the angry growly noise that follows. As a matter of fact I love watching lightning, but I have to clap my hands over my ears after the flash or resign myself to shrieking like Ned Flanders.Where I live, the last few days have been scorchio. My partner’s taxi recorded an outside temperature yesterday of 33 degrees Celsius, which is crazy hot for England. Unfortunately for me, hot = thunderstorms, and I managed to get caught out in one this morning while walking across the local recreation ground. In between pathetically begging the thunder to go away and leave me alone, I idly wondered if Pavarotti would be singing in the cricket pavilion.
Guess what – he was there, practising his scales.
OK, it’s highly unlikely that the great Luciano himself makes a regular guest appearance in the cricket pavilion of a south Cambridgeshire village, but a tenor with a pretty good voice does flex his vocal cords on a regular basis in this humble location. I often hear him as I scoot around the village to clean various houses, and he always makes me smile. Our cricket pavilion has its very own opera singer. I love random things like that, and this morning, as I took shelter from the storm under the pavilion’s porch, he helped take my mind off the scary thunder.
It was a sweet moment.
Here’s Luciano Pavarotti (not my pavilion tenor) singing the beautiful Nessum Dorma. Enjoy!
LOL! “… pathetically begging the thunder to go away and leave you alone…” 😀 I’m terrified of lightning and wind – it struck a tree a couple of metres away from the window in the kitchen where I was sitting twice in about ten minutes – nearly clocked out from fright. Just thinking about storms makes me want a cool American house with a nice cosy basement. 🙂
As a teen, I was at a friend’s house looking out of his kitchen window at a storm, when lighting split the tree right outside in two! That was freaky…
Magnifico Alison. Let’s hope the storms have moved away now and we get some pleasant weather.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
I wonder if he’s the guy I used to hear in Ely. There was a fellow with a lovely voice who used to sing along to opera on his ipod. He used to commute to work somewhere, I think, because he used to walk up past our house from the station at about 5.30 or 6.00 pm every evening.