The storm front
Notes de l’épisode
No music, no human voices. Just the sound of an epic summer storm rolling on through the evening.
I recorded this at my home. It had been a hot day, and in the late afternoon there was a crack of thunder. I walked out, set the recorder near the woodpile and recorded into the night.
In this recording you can hear rain falling, hitting the earth and also hitting the microphones. And you can hear lots and lots of thunder.
At first, the afternoon and evening chorus continues, but as the storm intensifies, just the cockies scream. Then, as darkness falls, insects take up the lulls between thunder and rain.
Mix Engineer: Isabella Tropiano.
This program is produced on the land of the Wathawurung people.