Hanging On

The mother of all storms hit Gauteng in the west and slowly moved east. Reports and photographs started coming in of hailstones the size baseballs and it was heading my way. I left work in the pouring rain hoping that the storm would all be hailed out. The radio didn't paint a pretty picture with reports of smashed windscreens everywhere, an insurance nightmare.

By time I neared home, the skies where clearing but another storm was bearing down on us. It was in this eye of the storm where I saw his pickup with this chap hanging on. Very dangerous but as usual where are the police when you need them.