storm

The storm clouds gather behind the Robert Burns monument, bringing to mind Tam O'Shanter (and off home I did canter!)

"The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd:
That night, a child might understand,
The Deil had business on his hand."

Aye.