The rain clouds rolled over Finstock hill just now, The office darkened, very quickly; a cold wind started to blow in through the open door; and monitor screens and overhead lights became relatively bright to the point of eyestrain. This all happened over the course of ten, maybe twenty seconds. Those clouds have now almost completely enveloped us on the north-east flank of the hill. Stair-rods are powering out of the skies and smacking the gravel, which hisses back in complaint.
The sudden change of weather has brought a feeling of isolation but also of enclosedness, as we’re wrapped up in the downpour which silences everything, like a sudden snowfall might. Everyone has gone quiet, contemplative, almost reverential.