After the storm

We were woken in the night by one of those thunderstorms that you only ever seem to get in the mountains - thunder echoed round the valley and lightening flashes were everywhere.
The next morning the air was fresh and clear - just like I remember it used to be when I was young - but not the way that storms seem to go now back home. There was a bit of evidence in the village that it had rained - but already folk were sitting out again in the square to have morning coffee's. Talking to the waiter we learnt that there'd been 70cm of snow in the mountains higher up - some late ski touring still to be had for a lucky few.
Walking along the riverbank that had been a babbling brook yesterday the water was raging - my Blip doesn't do it justice - but it wasn't the sort of river you wanted to get much closer too.