Can write

Yesterday afternoon's productivity was destroyed by the weather. Between 3.30 and 4, Bill and I sat in our 7th floor eerie, gazing out of the windows at the most amazing display of meterological activity. Thick, evil, low-hanging black clouds scudded in the east, headed out over central Amsterdam, and then circled round to dump buckets of rain over the city. The lights in the tram depot across the Schinkel came on, trees bowed over, and the wind drove waves up the canal. All the seagulls scarpared as thunder and lightning -- very, very frightening -- played across the nearby sky. As the dark clouds swirled around the Philips Tower in the east, the sun illuminated the dense clouds in the west, casting a sulpherous glow in the sky and lighting up the houses across from us. A huge, double rainbow appeared, followed by a swathe of blue sky in the west draped with thick pink clouds. Most bizarre and most entertaining -- better than television!