It's so hot that you can neither think, talk, nor even move. Your clothes are sticking on your body like a cheap shower curtain. Your breath is slow and deep. There is a deep silence. Midges are being chased by low-flying swallows. But it's going to happen, soon. You can feel it- first still far away, hardly noticeable. But it will come. The fresh breeze brings the rain. The lightning hurrying ahead of the thunder. This infatuating spectacle uniting force and beauty. Salvation. You'd better listen to this record either before, during or after thunderstorms, at the crack of dawn or dusk. File under: acoustic guitar pop ambient. The artist stays anonymous.