AI-powered
podcast player
Listen to all your favourite podcasts with AI-powered features
The First Peel of Thunder
My television and computer had already been sent over to my sister's place. Without any signal I was left with pretty much two options. Sit to doing nothing and listen to the rain or head out into it. The drains were already starting to flood. Puddles growing around parked cars reached up and over, eager to meet in the middle. Half an hour passed and I didn't see a single soul. Not a car or a bike. Not even a bus. That started to worry me a bit. Did they know something I didn't? Was there some sort of weather warning out that I missed for Hackney?