Geese flying west to east

A sunny day apart from the solid hour of rain around lunch time. A huge black cloud edged over the Cawdor hills and headed for the town, growing larger and more menacing every minute until the downpour engulfed everything and turned the world dull and grey. Then the sun returned and with warmth too. Later the evening was cool but calm and enchanting as the sun fell away. The Geese flew along the coast from west to east in the twilight. Out to sea there were six or seven small lights in the far distance, fishing boats perhaps.