It came fast. Green storm clouds reared up over the hill just behind us. It was a mad dash to put away gardening tools, check that the birds were OK, race inside as heavy drops plopped down on hot paving and ominous rumbles were met almost immediately with the flash of lightning. Suddenly the skies opened and the winds howled. Holy shit! It was like a freight train crashing through. Actually it was more like a large palm tree and an ancient gum tree crashing through. Vale old shed. You served us well … until you and all your contents were smashed to pieces.