The day was fractious and difficult and likely to throw a tantrum, but beguiling all the same, so we sat out in the bright hot sun beneath a sky of glaring blue, then wondered where we'd put our coats when a sudden gust sent paper napkins cart wheeling across the grass and waves flowing through the wheat. We knew there'd be a squall - it was that kind of a day; over excited, exuberant and showing off, and sure enough it sent us scuttling for the car when we stopped paying it attention and talked about the price of fuel and should we stop to get some wine?
Later we heard there'd been flash floods and trees brought down and someone killed, and we all agreed the Chardonnay was really rather good.
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