After the storm

I went out at 9.45 this morning under a sunlit sky expecting it to be fair until midday.
At 10.15 it was virtually dark as I picked my way among the rocks and seaweed of the shoreline between the causeway and Cuthbert's island. Thunder rolled ever closer, shutting out the sound of the seals, sheet lightning filled the sky.
Hundreds of seals, wiser than I, moved off sandbanks into the safety of the water.
Torrential rain swept in with the violent storm. I was drenched to my skin.
This is taken later. The storm has passed but its memory still alive in this strange colour-washed light and the eerie wailing of the seals on a gentle breeze.
The sense of peace palpably present.