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There's a particular kind of summer storm that arrives in the weeks after the solstice, heavy and deliberate, the sky darkening in the middle of a bright afternoon, as though the weather has somewhere to be and intends to get there.

Welsh storm folklore didn't treat that kind of weather as random. Storms in the old tradition were purposeful things, carrying intention rather than simply meteorological force. Thunder was understood as the sound of the Otherworld pressing closer, the boundary between worlds thinning under pressure. Lightning was older than explanation, something that belonged to the divine rather than the atmospheric. The Cŵn Annwn, the hounds of the Otherworld, were said to run with storms, their howling indistinguishable from the wind for those who didn't know how to listen, and entirely unmistakable for those who did.

Storms in Wales also carried protective folklore alongside the more unsettling associations. Certain prayers and household acts were performed when thunder came, not out of fear exactly, but out of a recognition that something significant was moving through the world and deserved to be acknowledged.

What I find most compelling about it all is the underlying assumption that the weather is not neutral. The land has moods, and the sky has intentions. The storm is not happening to you, but it is happening, and it knows. 🌩️

#WelshFolklore #TalesFromWales #MythAndMoonlight