It’s a fine time to wax back on the departing summer. I’m hallmarking it as the summer of storms – passing in a flash, accompanied by resounding thunderclaps. It offered some wild-sky looks.

By my 60 years of Island reckoning, few other summers have offered such a lineup of lightning-laden storm cells, sometimes day after day. The showier thunder-boomers were like something out of Amazonian jungles … or what’s left of them.